6 God Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: REASON & Barrellz]
Look, watch your muhf*ckin' tongue, n*gga (n*gga)
Jackie Chan, Jet Li how I stunt, n*gga
Coupe black and white, I be ridin' in a skunk, n*gga
Fresh steez, I'm what's poppin', I'm a trunk n*gga
Send your b*tch home walkin' like a drunk n*gga
Ha, that pus*y need a eulogy
n*gga, you got bad taste, plus I know her ass fake
She might have fooled you but she ain't foolin' me
Look, my money still growin' like puberty
Killed in my past, don't make me what I used to be
'Cause usually I handle beef like I'm Steph Curry (Curry)
If I pull up on you then I'm probably shootin' three, bars
f*ck local rappers, I'm aimin' for stars (Yeah)
They can't see me, this is just a mirage
I been heatin' up lately, this just the defrost (Yeah)
No content needed, this sh*t just be bars
Got a fat ass? Then I'm f*ckin' with ya'
Both both hands on it like a double dribble
I could get you real wet, baby, let me puddle with you
f*ck you real good and after I ain't f*ckin' with ya'
n*ggas talkin' crazy, that's gon' make me come and get ya'
I ain't workin' at a deal, n*gga f*ck a pickle
Like Sonic, leave you red if I knuckle with you (Wha?)
Like Sonic, leave you red if I knuckle- nevermind
Stickman flow (Flow), swear I'm just ahead with lines
I be chasin' cheese (Cheese), call me when it's cheddar time
n*ggas say they nice (Nice), f*ck it, I just let 'em lie
'Cause they already dead inside (Ha)
Look, I said Ro told me that I'm so official
When you get on, f*ck whoever wasn't f*ckin' with ya' (f*ck 'em)
And don't eat with 'em if they had no hunger with ya' (Nah)
And don't walk with no one who wasn't runnin' with ya'
n*gga, sh*t been crazy (sh*t been crazy)
And I'm so new to this
Comin' from the muhf*ckin' west side (West side)
And I'm so new to this
This is just somethin' in the meantime (Meantime)
And I'm so new to this
And I'm so new
But I could get used to it
Feelin' like the coolest here (Yeah)
Meet your b*tch, bring her home like a souvenir (Yeah)
I got her drunk off the Henny playin' truth or dare (Ha)
Huh, you mad n*gga? We could do it here
My n*gga got a 40 on him, keep a cougar near (Wha?)
He let 'em smoke, yeah we brought them hookahs here (Yeah)
Look, me and my n*gga Barrellz, it's a new n*ggas thing (Yeah, yeah)
It's REASON
[Verse 2: Barrellz]
You about to get this work boy
I really don't be hirin' these n*ggas
But I'm feelin' like a boss and
You ain't even got a choice, boy
b*tches know I only really want the purse boy
Kind of crazy every time I get to rappin'
You thinkin' about the money but all I see is a hearse boy
How the hell these b*tches callin' me a god
And break bread and I ain't even f*ckin' with the church boy?
Elevated my compilation and n*ggas hate it
And everything on a b*tch except for her conversation
Tell 'em listen and learn, I ain't wearin' no perm
But I got ears on 'em like hydraulics, now she hoppin' the curb
I break on it like the play is read, you n*ggas already dead
My n*ggas already fed, all about my paper like some f*ckin' lead
n*ggas rob me, I had to double back
Double strapped, have a n*gga moms buyin' double black
f*ck is that? Funeral n*gga? Get your Kleenex
My b*tches, they ain't never buyin' free sex
Think about it, I ain't never seen a n*gga start off with a half a brick
Break it down in dimes, I be grindin' like them Haitians n*gga
I don't wake and bake 'cause I don't ever sleep, f*ck is that?
Send a pack around Indiana, call that the Cabbage Patch
Where they get these names from? b*tches ask where I get this game from
Mama was my pops where I came from
I don't need no sympathy, I'm askin' for the green
I'm a jack of all trades, n*ggas tryin' to make the team
I called it a blind date how a n*gga met the beam
Ironic how I be in the bakery yellin' "cream," ah
Nowadays homies ain't brodies
They say they want the bread and some cheese but all I hear is bologna
I ain't never miss a breakfast in the mornin'
Thought I was talkin' 'bout a meal when I was trappin' for a mil
I'ma have to dumb it down in a minute
'Cause I murder a track and have the jury in the pond n*gga missin'
They gon' have to keep 'em comin', n*gga listen
Y'all knew this time was comin', how the f*ck you n*ggas watch this, get to trippin'
Got this mic tatted on my skin, it's another sin
Put another beat in a bodybag, it's a lose win
Try and told n*ggas it's a friendly competition
I just treat it like it's business, we ain't homies 'til it's finished
Huh?