6 Figures lyrics

[Verse 1: Tripm0neyy]
Aye, 6 n*ggas, 6 figures, we in the 6 wit' it
Bad b*tches, they sucking di*k and get nasty with it
Typa n*gga they'd get the bag and go stash that b*tch
Came back with cash, know what, go stash again
I crash whips three times, but I ain't trip, though
Lotta times I done failed, but I ain't lose hope
I'm looking at this Roley, n*gga, what you need time for?
I'm on my way to the pape, n*gga, where your grind go?
We on a dice, I bet it all on ten or four
I ain't know they'd give me it boe, yeah they still did it, though
Got off track, like a train on the rail
Now I'm back on my grind, I know them bills in the mail
Then I pop a perk, so now not a lot of pain, hard to tell
Let me see that syrup, I can tell by the smell
And the boes we got, going out via mail
And you can tell a n*gga b*tch, 'cause he frail
I put plans together, I like to multitask
Same n*gga from back then, with a bigger bag
I got my eyes open, I got a mission going on that only I'm knowing
I had to put the woods down, and grab the loose leaves
I had to put the Glock down and come with street sweep
These n*ggas know what's going on, when big Trip speak
I make it happen, for the days n*gga's mind was weak
n*gga
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
A hundred K ain't sh*t, I made a play for eighty racks, then threw it straight on my wrist
I gotta go and get it now, no, I can't wait on no b*tch
Get to drankin' stretch ?, I made an eight out of six
Who would believe that spice talk could get us way lot of [?]
I'm bored betting on the game, 'cause that pay off the sh*t
This worker drop a free quick, it's coming straight off a brick
He lost his life tryna fight, I'm coming straight off the hip
Damn, we got Bam on the beat, this b*tch a slapper
You n*ggas that got no type of hustle, your Mr. [?]
f*ck the airplane, we stuffed a hundred boes inside a camper
I keep a honeybun, for them n*ggas tryna [?]
Eh, she tried to lie, say I ain't hit, but it's on camera
I walk him down with twelve shots, this a standard
Boes in for twenty-six, you n*ggas smoking [?]
I can't trust these fake n*ggas, so it's just me and my hammer
The [FE?] in my best friend, can't follow sh*t you n*ggas do, because I set trends
The Glock with the ripples on it, it's the best gen
He tried to outrap the GOAT, I made him back ten
Cathedral's ceilings, marbel floors is how I'm living now
That drank ain't good for a n*gga, but still can't sit it down
I'm getting money with them same n*ggas that been around
Trip, a n*gga play with me or you, we gotta sit him down
No cap n*gga