6 God lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
b*tch
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga

[Verse]
I'm on the path to bein' great, just gotta work harder
I stuck my di*k all the way in, made her squirt harder
Gucci ski twelve hundred with the shirt collar
I like that Stingray 'Vette, but the vert harder
Aight, let me talk my sh*t
You gotta spend a half a ticket just to talk like this
I got a shotgun in my pants, that's why I walk like this
I spent twenty-one and some change for an Off-White 'fit
Gucci backpack with the patches 'nother twelve bucks
I'm still spendin' old bread, I got a stale lunch
I make ten thousand every time my brother yell, "Punch"
Last night, I beat my pockets' ass and it swelled up
You boys broke, man, y'all still rollin' tail blunts
So much water on my neck could make a whale jump
We got thirty minutes, b*tch, I need some head before my sale come
Bag so heavy on the table, make the scale jump
Feather brung me some codeine, I'm finna drop a eight
I done ran up some dog sh*t, I can drop a Wraith
Hit him with a tre five-seven, made him drop the K
5.56 make a n*gga lean and rock away
On my way to meet the plug, I'm just a block away
Real trapper, b*tch, my flip phone do a block a day
AR pistol with a hundred shots, I call it Dr. J
I had to switch pharmacies, now my doctor gay
Damn, I'm finna stop drinking
b*tch gave me brain so good, I almost stopped thinking
I'm out in Beecher f*ckin' all they hoes, this a thot region
I done blew the pus*y wide open, she can't stop peein'
Lil' nasty motherf*cker
You know I'm strapped, so don't ask me, motherf*cker
b*tch booty white, lil' ashy motherf*cker
I paid high for the zaz, I'm finna tax a motherf*cker, no cap
She sucked my di*k, I cut her off, she want her throat back
Been steppin' on these lil' n*ggas like a doormat
My uncle showed me how to press a brick with a floor jack
He sick as hell he lost his b*tch to me, he want his ho back
Small block fold six, that b*tch fine-tuned
My b*tch said it's head on the menu, finna slide through
Out of town lookin' for some Act', I bet I find you
I'm 5'7", but that chopper make me 9'2"
One-stop shop, we always open like a drive-thru
Lookin' for a new b*tch to f*ck, then lie to
You n*ggas can't spit like I spit, I got a side tooth
I dropped a seven-song EP just to ride to
You n*ggas can't get it how we get it, cut the small talk
Double-barrel action to your chest, this a sawed-off
I f*cked her too hard off that Perc', she had to call off
n*gga, I'll rob the brick man before I fall off
Damn, I miss the 6 God, free my brother Ben
Twelve-hour drive with the pills, I had to cut her in
Her pus*y turned into a waterpark, I had to f*ck again
I came up with a plan to get rich, n*gga, huddle in
The train crowded, take the shuttle then
sh*t, I showcased a hundred racks just to rub it in
I like her sister too, now I'm f*ckin' twins
I dropped my Glock all in the mud, that b*tch bust again, we up again
It's my drugs and I need it now, the plug rushed it in
He sent his sh*t through the air, the bag touched again
Damn, the police ran up in the spot, we had to flush again
Stashed the cash in the safe with a custom PIN
f*ck