6 Side lyrics

by

SG Tip


[Intro: SG Tip]
The f*ck you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?
Uh
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: SG Tip]
Ménage à trois with two bad b*tches, they both dimes
I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine
You play with me, I'll triple cross, n*gga, you ain't my kind
They wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes
These n*ggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs
They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines
I don't listen to that bullsh*t, I don't even have the time
And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind

[Verse 1: SG Tip]
I know big bloods that'll smoke you like a rasta
I can't be with you, I only love my chopper
This Glock-23'll cook you like some pasta
And I can't wait to shoot your ass, I don't need no shotta
I had to upgrade all my b*tches, check my roster
I'm tryna upgrade out the hood, take my stocks up
I made it out the hood, my heart still a Block Boy
And I can't show that n*gga no love, he a cop, boy

[Chorus: SG Tip]
Ménage à trois with two bad b*tches, they both dimes
I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine
You play with me, I'll triple cross, n*gga, you ain't my kind
They wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes
These n*ggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs
They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines
I don't listen to that bullsh*t, I don't even have the time
And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind (Triple R)

[Verse 2: Real Recognize Rio]
Money makin' n*gga out that six side, ayy
f*ck what you heard, all these other n*ggas di*k ridin'
n*gga don't want no smoke, ayy, tell him quit hidin' (Pop out)
Chasing paper, b*tch, I feel like Gates, 'cause I can't get tired
Bad yellow b*tch, colored hair like she 6ix9ine
Step on n*ggas' necks about that paper, I gotta get mine
n*gga dyin', my young n*gga slidin', hittin' up fish fries
Make these n*ggas feel me, if he don't, he must be paralyzed
f*ck a blue check, in the streets, b*tch, I'm verified
n*gga talkin' crazy on the low, he better clarify
They don't wanna let me in the door, I got 'em terrified
And n*gga know not to go against this sh*t, f*ck 'round, be terrorized, ayy (Triple R)

[Chorus: SG Tip]
Ménage à trois with two bad b*tches, they both dimes
I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine
You play with me, I'll triple cross, n*gga, you ain't my kind
They wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes
These n*ggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs
They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines
I don't listen to that bullsh*t, I don't even have the time
And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind

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