Icewear Vezzo - The 6 lyrics

(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
(Iced Up Records)
Ooh
Drank God, ayy (She an Audemars)

Yeah, lil' bitch, gave her hood dick
They tote lil' sticks
(Yeah, they tote lil' sticks)
They too busy flashin' that lil' paper
That's that lil' shit
(That's that lil' shit)
Pill popper, wood and steel chopper
Get your cuz hit
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Made the money, took care of my problems
Got my hood rich
(Got my hood rich)
Neck freezy, get the neck easy, yeah
I cum dumb quick
(Ha)
Up some dog shit and smack a ho, bitch
You done with
(Bitch)
Fuck them niggas and them pussy
Niggas that you run with
(Fuck 'em)
That hundred bands you got hid in your stash
I had fun with
(I had fun with)
Open up the spot and hug the
Block like a grizzly bear
(Drank God)
That same lil' bitch you
Kissin' in her mouth
I put a kid in there
(For real)
Blow a check
Then another check 'cause I'm a millionaire
(Big Ice)
Had to do some time up in the
Feds and see who really care
(See who really care)
Throw it up, bitch, I rep the 6, yeah
I be really there
(6)
Yellow diamond stones, yellow as piss
Look like a Winnie bear
(Pooh)
Fifty thousand dollars in my pants
Shit barely fit in there
(Uh, uh)
It's only robbers, shooters at my trap, no
You can't get in here
(Uh)
Hmm, ooh, bitch, I got plenty chains (Yeah)
Lit nigga, when you get this rich
You can do anything
(You can do anything)
Open up, go 'head, fix that throat
Look like she finna sing
(Ha)
Everybody say they shootin' switch
Until shit really change
Dog spot and a yay spot, plus a weed house
(Plus a weed house)
I put so much Karo in this drank
It knocked the lean out
(Skrrt)
Bag for bag, we go rack for rack
Come bring your cheese out
Lil' gang been 'round here shootin'
So much shit up
He look fiend out
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)

Hmm
Drank God
Rich off Pints 3, nigga
We got all the money
All the cars, everything
You don't know shit