G6 BUT ITS PHONK HOUSE lyrics

[Intro]
(Like a G6, no-no-no-now I'm feeling so fly, like a G6)

[Verse]
b*tch so bad, yeah, she give me that neck
Yuh, she love to run it up go spending my check
Yuh, she know I’m the best, yuh, no stress
Yeah, gotta pull it up, yeah, she come out that dress (Ah)
Walk up in the party, sh*t jumping like a zoo
Yeah, about to get lit, when a n*gga come through
Yeah, I might bust a TEC, uh, might shoot
Yuh, she blow on my di*k, hands play like a flute
Yuh, come to my crib, b*tch love where I'm at
Yuh, f*ck on the floor b*tch, Fendi my mat
Yeah, Gucci my hat, uh, Louis bags, yuh
Run through the bag b*tch burning my stacks, yuh
I'm the best on the court, uh, check stats, yuh
Runnin’ the store, b*tch, leave me a mask, uh (Uh-huh)
Pop me a pill then have me a break down
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, I'm in your face now
Run and I pass, yuh, slow fast, yuh
Pay out the store, b*tch, look at the tax, yuh
And she kiss on my tats, slow pass, yuh
Diamonds they shinin' so bright like its NASA
Yeah, she kiss on my mask, yuh
Love it fast, yuh
Got her the G that she put on her bags, yuh
Grab on the ass, yuh, smoke gas, yuh
Need me a baddie, something to f*ck fast on
Run up on n*ggas, I shoot with my 3.6
Jump in the jet, b*tch spinnin' the G6
Yeah, I'm counting my cheese b*tch, yuh, you don't need this
Yeah, n*ggas wanna talk, then I'll hit them with sneak diss
[Verse 2]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, grip on that rifle, that sh*t gonna bang
Yuh, look at the money I got from my fame
And she don't know my name, yuh, it’s the same, huh
Yeah, she fall through that cracks and she know I can’t save her
Drop it down b*tch, yeah, I love when you low, uh
Yeah, hit from the back 'cause I’m f*ckin' you slow, yuh
sh*t cold like it's snow, yuh, in the store, huh
Yuh, n*ggas see me and they call me the goat (Uh-huh)
When I shoot it gon' float, yuh, like a boat, uh
Crib is so big, man I built me a moat, yuh
Love me some bape, might go to the store, yuh
Jumpin’ in the Audi I'm hitting that go, yuh
Spinning the wheels and it's fast like a ghost, yuh
Jump in the paint, I might shoot from the post, yuh
n*ggas on I.G be talkin' the most, yuh
Cookin' their ass like I'm burning some toast, yuh
Look at my wrist, man, it stay on the froze
Yeah, stay talking sh*t on my Instagram post, yuh
Are you jotting down notes, huh? I might poke her
b*tch, I'm on fire, the flame that you stoked, yuh
It get hot like a stove, yuh, I might go, huh
Magic so black like it's anime, clover
Yeah, it's back to my crib, b*tch, f*ck on the sofa
Yeah, go pop a Molly, we take it 'til Rosa, uh (Yuh)