RMC Mike - 6 God lyrics

E-e-e-e-Enrgy made this one
Bitch! Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

I'm on the path to bein' great
Just gotta work harder
I stuck my dick all the way in
Made her squirt harder
Gucci ski twelve hundred with
The shirt collar
I like that Stingray 'Vette
But the vert harder
Aight, let me talk my shit
You gotta spend a half a ticket
Just to talk like this
I got a shotgun in my pants
That's why I walk like this
I spent twenty-one and some change
For an Off White 'fit
Gucci backpack with the patches
'nother twelve bucks
I'm still spendin' old bread
I got a stale lunch
I make ten thousand every
Time my brother yell, "Punch" last night
I beat my pockets' ass and it swelled up
You boys broke, man
Y'all still rollin' tail blunts
So much water on my neck
Could make a whale jump
We got thirty minutes, bitch
I need some head before my sale come
Bag so heavy on the table
Make the scale jump
Feather brung me some codeine
I'm finna drop a eight
I done ran up some dog shit
I can drop a Wraith
Hit him with a tre five-seven
Made him drop the K
556 make a nigga lean and rock away
On my way to meet the plug
I'm just a block away real trapper, bitch
My flip phone do a block a day
AR pistol with a hundred shots
I call it Dr j
I had to switch pharmacies, now my doctor gay
Damn, I'm finna stop drinking
Bitch gave me brain so good
I almost stopped thinking
I'm out in Beecher fuckin' all they hoes
This a thot region
I done blew the pussy wide open
She can't stop peein'
Lil' nasty motherfucker
You know I'm strapped, so don't ask me
Motherfucker
Bitch booty white, lil' ashy motherfucker
I paid high for the zaz
I'm finna tax a motherfucker, no cap
She sucked my dick, I cut her off
She want her throat back
Been steppin' on these lil'
Niggas like a doormat
My uncle showed me how to press
A brick with a floor jack
He sick as hell he lost his bitch to me
He want his ho back
Small block fold six, that bitch fine tuned
My bitch said it's head on the menu
Finna slide through
Out of town lookin' for some Act'
I bet I find you
I'm 5'7", but that chopper make me 9'2"
One-stop shop
We always open like a drive-thru
Lookin' for a new bitch to fuck, then lie to
You niggas can't spit like I spit
I got a side tooth
I dropped a seven-song EP just to ride to
You niggas can't get it how we get it
Cut the small talk
Double barrel action to your chest
This a sawed-off
I fucked her too hard off that Perc'
She had to call off
Nigga, I'll rob the brick man
Before I fall off
Damn, I miss the 6 God, free my brother Ben
Twelve-hour drive with the pills
I had to cut her in
Her pussy turned into a waterpark
I had to fuck again
I came up with a plan to get rich, nigga
Huddle in
The train crowded, take the shuttle then
Shit, I showcased a hundred racks
Just to rub it in
I like her sister too, now I'm fuckin' twins
I dropped my Glock all in the
Mud, that bitch bust again, we up again
It's my drugs and I need it now
The plug rushed it in
He sent his shit through the air
The bag touched again
Damn, the police ran up in the spot
We had to flush again
Stashed the cash in the safe
With a custom PIN fuck