6 point star lyrics

[Intro]
I don't know 'bout you, I know 'bout me
I look down, keep that sh*t solid to God (And I got the Yayo)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's that money count (Frrt)
Ayy, let's talk about racks (Racks), n*gga, you know we got large amount (Aight)
Yeah, I was like thirteen sneakin' guns in my mama house (Ayy, mom)
Ayy, f*ck around, get smoked, I'ma tell 'em once like Lil Mouse (Pah-pah, pah)
Ayy, out my top, I'm dumb as hell, just spent five hundred on a shirt (Damn)
Ayy, popped two Percs, I'm high as hell, I swear to God I left Earth (I swear)
Ayy, off the porch, go ask my mama, I been a gangster since my birth (Ayy, mama)
Ayy, Crazy died, I had my iron, I was clutchin' that b*tch at the church (Let's go)
Ayy, hit they block, we let off shots, this sh*t sound like January First (Pah-pah, pah)
Ayy, spin they block two times, we catch three opps, thеn put the car in reversе (Skrrt)
Walk inside the mall, I put my Glizzy in my b*tch purse
Uh, won't beef 'bout no ho, I don't even care who hit that b*tch first (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Yeah, n*gga tried to pull his gun on me, I shot that b*tch first (Pah- pah, aight, come on)
Ayy, Dracos at my concert (Fft)
Try that sh*t, you get murked (Let's go)
Ayy, Lil Tay hit 'em with that yeah (What else?), walk right with a big smirk (Aight)
Ayy, had to my shoot my Draco with two hands and make my hand hurt (Come on)
Ayy, had to cut that b*tch off, she always makin' my head hurt (Uh, aight, come on)
Ayy, b*tch, pull up your pants, she know I came here for that head work
Ayy, n*gga ain't never shot his gun, I'ma show him how that lead work (Pah-pah, pah)
Ayy, catch an opp, he run, them n*ggas be showin' me how they legs work
Uh, better not speak on Fifty name (Uh-uh), just use your head and think smart (Fifty)
Chop came with the scope, it's so accurate and it shoot far
Uh, pulled up, shot his daddy in his face, I took it too far
Ayy, heard they havin' a cookout on they block, we slid in two cars
Ayy, way that lil' b*tch sucked my di*k, thought she was a porn star
Yeah, better not think I'm lackin' (Uh-uh), got them choppers in this foreign car (Fft)
Ayy, used to break through cribs and put they change inside the Coinstar
Uh, when I'm with my gang, I throw up gang, six point star
[Chorus]
When I'm with my gang, I throw up gang, six-point star
When I'm with my gang, I throw up gang, six-point star
When I'm with my gang, I throw up gang, six-point star
When I'm with my gang, I throw up gang, six-point star

[Verse 2]
Ayy, n*gga, you ain't gang, you can't hop inside this f*ckin' car (Skrrt, aight, come on)
Ayy, I don't know why they watchin' (Uh-uh), call these n*ggas Audemars (Yeah)
Ayy, your b*tch get on top of me (What else?), she ride that di*k like a stolen car (Come on)
Yeah, me and Shy on feet, we hit they strip and tear they street apart (Pah-pah, pah, aight, come on)
Ayy, we'll paint the city black (Yeah), me and folks be doin' art (Let's go)
Ayy, beefin' with the city, I tell folks, "You better move smart" (Ayy)
Uh, on a chase, cop car (Skrrt)
Make 'em rake, pop tire (Aight, come on)
These n*ggas some jokes (Ha), I just call these n*ggas Kevin Hart (Haha, aight, come on)

[Outro]
Pah, pah-pah, made my MAC-11 spark
I don't know why they playin' games, b*tch, this ain't no f*ckin' park
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, play sport
Mm-hmm-mm-hmm, mm-hmm-mm, yeah