God Bless The 6 lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama]
Yeah
Let's paint the city
(Cashout, what it do, fufu?)
Thank God for everything, please protect us
Ain't no place like the D
Amen
You n*ggas not safe there
(Iced Up Records, Gangsta Grizills)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Left wrist icy as sh*t, I be poppin' my sh*t
Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6
Dancin', Audemars Piguet be flashin'
Clear VVS stones shine bright than a b*tch
Glock 19, poured, got a pop full of lean
Big chop, we ain't fightin' for sh*t
Hundred right in the clip
Spend dog sh*t every vibe
T'd up, keep pipe in the Bent'

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Two hoes stuffed in the back, keep quotin' my raps
To tеll 'em let 'em fight for thе di*k (Yeah)
Little n*gga keep sendin' shots, told him stop with the cap
Hit his ho 'cause she tight on the rent
It's a movie, look at the life that I live
Sparklers on Sprites, took a pint off in LIV
She suckin' and slobbin', she might need a bib
Penthouse for thotties, gave wifey the crib
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Got more pape' than them n*ggas
n*ggas f*cked up, they finished, we ain't savin' no n*ggas
Rich n*gga, everything bust
Quarter M on a Richard, hit Hutch, two-eighty on Cubans
Dog go stupid
Spend dog sh*t at Phipps, plain rose, go crazy on n*ggas
I ain't cuffin' no ho, I done hit every bad b*tch walkin'
On gang, I'm just waitin' on Nicki

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Walk through the line with no ticket, that's me (Yeah)
Just gave some money to baby like Pee (Yeah)
That b*tch ain't mine if her purse ain't two C (Yeah)
Shoot for the mind like my name was Ooh-wee
Hold on, stop the beat, let me show some love
Band up for life like my n*gga Poody
Ballin' on n*ggas like my number two-three (Ballin')
Forever got choices, 'Cat came with two keys, n*gga

[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Go'n 'head and f*ck for the gang
Turned an icy b*tch out, gon' f*ck for a chain
Lit n*gga pull up in Rolls on Forgis
Got shooters on shooters, we was cuttin' up 'caine
Talkin' 'bout juggs you ain't hit
Lil' pus*y-ass n*gga, we'll pull up with Glocks and switches
Forty in the chop, blow a kiss
Made it then turned the hood up, that's why the opps so p*ssed
Dog sh*t Records, a hundred, can't call that flexin'
Five million and all that's extras
Fifty 'bows of pressure, reckless, huh
Yeah, we the type of n*ggas that'll rob the steppers
[Verse 5: Babyface Ray]
I don't know Will Smith, but I am a legend
Perc' after Perc' like this sh*t is Excedrin
Double-R truck, boy, you livin' too reckless
Feelin' like Ye, change my name to Hugh Hefner
Changin' my number, don't want you no more
I can't love on no ho, that ain't how that sh*t go (Naw)
Walked in the mall, I had bags on bags
It's crazy, I thought I couldn't struggle no more
Hate that I'm lit, love when I'm broke
f*ckin' three friends, my ducks in a row (Ooh)
Playin' snake games, I'm cuttin' your throat
I make free bands as I'm cuttin' the dope

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray]
Left wrist icy as sh*t, I be poppin' my sh*t
Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6
Dancin', Audemars Piguet be flashin'
Clear VVS stones shine bright than a b*tch
Rolex, one too many
Car stay tinted
Boy, I'm a young rich n*gga
I don't give a f*ck, I'll spend it
Yeah, he's always timid
Rockin' Saint Mike 'cause I'm sinnin'
Coupe is on Fendi
F's, look at me winnin'
Family been treatin' me different
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Thanksgiving coming up
Time to feed the streets
(Gangsta Grizills)