6th ave lyrics

[Intro]
(Fawk)
sh*t
Oh, oh

[Verse]
b*tch I'm on 6th Ave
Blick splat like automatic
Make some fine sh*t go tat my gang, go tat 57
Pills in the ziplock bag
Try me, you get put in trash
Recruit sh*t, come step with Fast
Sold my gun, switch my class
Glocks and Draco's, that's my class
Draco got a Kirby mag
Spent some racks for gear
And my plug just drove a hunnid miles to get this pack out here
b*tch don't tell me that it's f*ckin' up
'Cause it's up it's stuck
b*tch I got the latest gen
I got old gens, too
But my Draco new
.40 cal and my B-Roll blue
Oh you want some percs?
And a retaliation?
Bet, I get off first
Took some easy licks
Now I'm lit
Find me in the bricks
You better not leave your Grand Cherokee opеn, truck be running
This sh*t gone hit your Palm Angles shirt, f*ck up your stomach
And I gеt off grams
And I pop for racks
f*ck you think?
Gen 5 on me
Ready to take ya rank
This zaza stank