G6 Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus: 1nonly]
b*tch pop bottles with the ice
b*tch shake ass she don't gotta think twice
New guap, big racks, two pills, my sprite
Make 45 hits, one year, Mike Tyson
b*tch throw down, get out
Money countin' just to listen to the sound
And she said he getting money
But there ain't no money found
I be getting big racks, blue pills, I'm bound

[Verse 1: Ciscaux]
Smoking on that za got me flying like a G6 (Pow!)
Walked in, no mafia, no Three 6 (b*tch!)
Bag b*tch, on my left side tryna eat di*k (Guh)
Everything that your boyfriend can't be b*tch (Huh)
Huh? Oh-oh my God (What?)
That ass ain't real that sh*t a facade (What?)
Everywhere I walk I'm with my squad
Everywherе I go I know I'm hot (Hey, hey, hey, hеy)
Go bestie it's your birthday
I'ma tear this sh*t up in the worst way
Go and take a drink, now your thirsty
You know that we don't give a f*ck if it's your birthday
You know that I don't give a f*ck if that's your bestfriend
You know that I don't give a f*ck if that's your sister
How I brought that b*tch back to the pad
Put her down on the mat and we started playing Twister
Ima break a b*tch down like Jenga
Ima break a b*tch down in my wranglers
Ima break a b*tch down no Boy Meets World
Baby girl you could be my Topanga
Baby, Cisco be getting that paper
Baby, Cisco being part of Draper
Do you trust me? I'm a real San Diego baby
But I be in LA like a Laker
[Chorus: 1nonly]
b*tch pop bottles with the ice
b*tch shake ass she don't gotta think twice
New guap, big racks, two pills, my sprite
Make 45 hits, one year, Mike Tyson
b*tch throw down, get out
Money countin' just to listen to the sound
And she said he getting money
But there ain't no money found
I be getting big racks, blue pills, I'm bound

[Verse 2: Astrus*]
Yeah, Astrus come through in the coop (Shh!)
1nonly just hanging out the roof (Prr!)
Look at my stance, why so pressed?
I just got a b*tch that flew from Japan, like (Yeah!)
Like, baby go ahead and bussdown (Come, come)
Can't put my hands up with this bussdown dance (Come)
Let's go, get this sh*t started
Late to the show man, I just departed, huh
b*tch I pull up, make you dance like disco
Hey, hi, hello, two b*tch with Cisco (Aight)
All paid cash boy this ain't a rental (Chh chh)
I just bought a crib in a private residential
That's right I'm a six figure, baby (Huh)
Ridin' round town in the Cherry Mercedes (Skrrt!)
Smokin' on moon rock, chillin' with Shady
Man I step outside bag a b*tch on the daily like f*ck
[Verse 3: Wassup Rocker]
I don't care about these bricks
'Cause I got 3 more at the crib
This is the fit I rock the show with
Open up, please make way, I need me a moshpit
This is the sh*t you playing me
Hit that first check, with a few comma's come hit
No apologies baby girl I come off as an as*h*le
I'm a handful my b*tches bashful
I get under her skin like a tattoo
I see a three-story crib and I had too
Go ahead and cop that, shout out to Alaska
Shout out to every b*tch that wants a chance
If it wasn't for yall, then I won't be in bags
I got bags in my eyes, fried with you guys
Got that advance with the merch on the side
She knows that it's nothing personal right?
She knows that it's nothing personal right? (Haha)
I'm like b*tch is you serious?
Different colored diamonds lookin' like cereal
Tesla interior, different material
Elon put me in a new solar vehicle, huh
And I'm not lyin', Tiffany sent me a'lot of the gold
And I love her but I really wanted the silver, haha

[Chorus: 1nonly]
b*tch pop bottles with the ice
b*tch shake ass she don't gotta think twice
New guap, big racks, two pills, my sprite
Make 45 hits, one year, Mike Tyson
b*tch throw down, get out
Money countin' just to listen to the sound
And she said he getting money
But there ain't no money found
I be getting big racks, blue pills, I'm bound