God Bless The 6

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 niggas not safe there
(Iced Up Records, Gangsta Grizills)

Left wrist icy as shit, I be popping my shit
Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6
Dancing, Audemars Piguet be flashing
Clear VVS stones shine bright than a bitch
Glock 19, poured, got a pop full of lean
Big chop, we ain't fighting for shit
Hundred right in the clip
Spend dog shit every vibe
T'd up, keep pipe in the Bent'

Two hoes stuffed in the back, keep quoting my raps
To tell 'em let 'em fight for the dick (Yeah)
Little nigga keep sending 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 sucking and slobbing, she might need a bib
Penthouse for thotties, gave wifey the crib

Got more pape' than them niggas
Niggas fucked up, they finished, we ain't saving no niggas
Rich nigga, everything bust
Quarter M on a Richard, hit Hutch, two-eighty on Cubans
Dog go stupid
Spend dog shit at Phipps, plain rose, go crazy on niggas
I ain't cuffing no ho, I done hit every bad bitch walking
On gang, I'm just waiting on Nicki

Walk through the line with no ticket, that's me (Yeah)
Just gave some money to baby like Pee (Yeah)
That bitch 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 nigga Poody
Balling on niggas like my number two-three (Ballin')
Forever got choices, 'Cat came with two keys, nigga

Go'n 'head and fuck for the gang
Turned an icy bitch out, gon' fuck for a chain
Lit nigga pull up in Rolls on Forgis
Got shooters on shooters, we was cutting up 'caine
Talking 'bout juggs you ain't hit
Lil' pussy-ass nigga, 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 pissed
Dog Shit Records, a hundred, can't call that flexing
Five million and all that's extras
Fifty 'bows of pressure, reckless, huh
Yeah, we the type of niggas that'll rob the steppers

I don't know Will Smith, but I am a legend
Perc' after Perc' like this shit is Excedrin
Double-R truck, boy, you living too reckless
Feeling like Ye, change my name to Hugh Hefner
Changing my number, don't want you no more
I can't love on no ho, that ain't how that shit 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
Fucking three friends, my ducks in a row (Ooh)
Playing snake games, I'm cutting your throat
I make free bands as I'm cutting the dope

Left wrist icy as shit, I be popping my shit
Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6
Dancing, Audemars Piguet be flashing
Clear VVS stones shine bright than a bitch
Rolex, one too many
Car stay tinted
Boy, I'm a young rich nigga
I don't give a fuck, I'll spend it
Yeah, he's always timid
Rocking Saint Mike 'cause I'm sinning
Coupe is on Fendi
F's, look at me winning
Family been treating me different

Thanksgiving coming up
Time to feed the streets
(Gangsta Grizills)