6th Street lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, woah
(Hollow)
Woah, woah, woah (B-B-Bankroll got it)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an XD
n*ggas get carried like piggyback, this b*tch an R8, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' mimosa while smoking mimosa, now my b*tch say I'm bougie and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

[Verse 1]
n*ggas be trippin' when DC go punk, but these punk ass n*ggas never get me
b*tch, I'm outside of your hood where the Ricks be
My pockets fuller than blues where the crips be, yeah
Ayy, she said I'm rude, but she still tryna lick me
I seen your homies got beat up on 6th Street
See, I can't hang with these bums, it don't fit me
Come get with me
With a whole lotta choppas, and a whole lotta bricks, n*gga come get with me
n*ggas talkin' they sh*t on the motherf*ckin' internet, come get with me
n*gga, come get with me
Donny still gettin' fresh for these hoes
If that flex'll kill me then I'm with it
I just ran up hundred-fifty from the penny
I just keep that guala on me, I got plenty
My b*tch got it tucked, my bag, it got a semi
My wrist got a bag up on it, 1500
She still rock designer every time she with me
She wanna be JCL in 1600
But I be so busy, I cannot be with it
And I don't gotta brag about it, it get tricky
She got a new n*gga, told her that I ship it
[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an XD
n*ggas get carried like piggyback, this b*tch an R8, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' mimosa while smoking mimosa, now my b*tch say I'm bougie and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

[Verse 2]
f*ck it, whip it
I get that wock and I mix it, flip it
He got the bag and he fumble it, kick it
Not a shootout or kick back, I'm not tryna kick it
My .223 with me
Pass me the ball, it's a muh'f*ckin' mismatch
Talkin' my sh*t, need a muh'f*ckin' Tic-Tac
That boy a ho, he still ain't get his get back
Like, how you a player, still ain't get yo' b*tch back?
Pew-pew, he get his wig snatched
Pew-pew, I just gotta sit back
I watch my n*ggas do the work and hit that
We not silent to shootin', it's clear he finna miss that
Pew-pew, I got my sh*t back
Pew-pew, I'm up where I live at
b*tch, you is not a mil', you just a quick snack
But I might break it down like 808's and Kit-Kats
[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an XD
n*ggas get carried like piggyback, this b*tch an R8, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' mimosa while smoking mimosa, now my b*tch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

[Outro]
Woo, gang
Donny, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang