Six and Daisy lyrics

[Intro]
(Hydro)
441 Daisy Lane sh*t
Vez, what up, though?
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Drank God
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Let's get it, phew
Real paper, n*gga
Big dog sh*t
f*ck n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
Yeah

[Verse 1]
This ain't no rapper sh*t, n*gga, this real life
GI F-color solitaires, I rock real ice
Huh, twenty million in, but it's still light
Sloppy road, like we sellin' dog, it's gon' seal pints
I don't need no record label or big homie, b*tch, I'm showboat on the Six
Ain't never lackin', we got bro-bro with them sticks
Huh, boogers in my bezel, bust a Rollie, half a brick
Stuff my pockets with some sh*t, we cash it all, ain't gotta pick, n*gga
Told the plug to get it back in blood, b*tch, we rich, n*gga
Bought more choppеrs, extra rag for cuz 'cause we wrеnch n*ggas
Was f*ckin' with lil' bruh, just beat a dub
Partner, Vezzo, and three guns
Took them b*tches right on the run, but had the Bent' tinted
Really from that way, b*tch, we play for keeps
Sneakers on my Jeep, Forgiats for all my feet
Send 'bows to all the trenches, pour up pop so I could sleep
Vacheron cost half a midget, f*ck with us, you tryna eat
[Verse 2]
Got this Daisy pack from Cali', I don't be coppin' down the street
You know I came a long way from gettin' two-fifty a G
But see, I'm past that, I ain't never seen no real money, stop playin'
See, all I need is my scale and some gas for the van
Daisy Lane, when sh*t get slow, do forty grams in a day
This ain't no rap sh*t, this for all my n*ggas shootin' down the way
Yeah, where I'm from, this sh*t get ugly, we get money, n*ggas'll paint you
Know I'm fifty-states shorty, doin' all the sh*t they can't do
Fifty-states shorty, really forty-eight, my paper straight
Put a pus*y-ass n*gga on First 48
Got three-fives in small towns, plus I'm sellin' weight
And every time we bust a brick down, we celebrate

[Verse 3]
I'm lookin for a new spot when the weather break, what your people pay?
Know it should be all rap, but I'm still thinkin' weight
Plug on the flake, but I ain't even gon' touch it
I know they rap fast, but I still treat 'em like custard
No, this ain't no rap sh*t, get with me
Drop the price, I'm in your city
Overnight, a whole fifty
Night shift get wicked
We gon' roll 'til it's finished
Take a whole one, make three
Hundred pack every week
I got points on the P's
This ain't no rap sh*t, n*gga, watch how you run up on me
Know I love that hand in hand, won't even let 'em sell it for me
Twenty thousand in the air, n*gga, what time that mail running?
Daisy Lane Records, all we know is sell somethin', n*gga