Six Feet Deep lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Rapture!
Ay, and it's still f*ck a b*tch, ay
Ay, and it's still f*ck a hoe, ay
Ay, and it's still f*ck a b*tch, ay
Ay, and it's still f*ck a hoe, woah-woah

[Verse]
I need that ice white modena, two seater with the crop top
Wrist watch cost a lot of guap, tell your b*tch stop, better not
Pull up on the scene, we gone get it popped
Pop! She gone pop it till she fall out
Ball out, I ain't got a lot but I can call out
All clout, tell me why your b*tch up in my drug house
Woah now, live up in the kitchen over stoves now
Hold it down, remix, flip my bricks, I need some more now
Woah now, pop another pill, I popped another seal
Put me in the game, b*tch been in the field
Grew up in that water, tryna touch a mill
Now we almost here, tell me how that feel

[Outro]
Baby, don't know, no drought
Baby, don't know, no drought
Baby, don't know, no drought
Baby, don't know, no drought
Like what is you talking about, oh-oh?
Like what is you talking about, oh-oh?
Like what is you talking about, oh-oh?
Like what is you talking about, oh-oh?