Gucci In The 6ix Lyrics

Bandcamp trap house metro boomin

Came up ballin' never hooping

He's a demon let's recruait em

If you my friend better shoot him

I'm Lowkey keep a couple of sliders with me

Only bad bitches spend timing with me

Back vibes come line him with me

When I get rich I'm signing titties

I'm a big old slime in my city

Whole lotta niggas still die in the city

Neva crossed that border, place your order

Brick from Mexico, sticks from Florida

Feeling like Gucci Mane in the 6ix

Smokin' on your friend he was innocent

I was still trappin' wen they sent me fed

I know some niggas that snitched a cigarette

I bought this switch, don't switch on me

I just came home and your bitch on me

Every single day gotta blick on me

Every other day gotta brick on me

Bandcamp trap house really booming

Super boomin', metro boomin

You can't shoot him so salute him

Call up big cro them bricks still movin

Remember you was saying you was not involved

Now u gotta gun so u got sum balls

I got Junkies across the hall

That'll tie u up for fentanyl

Backdoor your friends, but won't front door the opps

I know some killas that work with the cops

I know some bitches that fuck with the opps

I fuck with them too because I'm tryna get drops

I'm tryna get bread for the gang gang

After this I need a fan page

Fuck up they shine like a lamp shade

And I don't need da clout I just gang bang

What would you do if you niggas was me

Fuck on a baddie put prints on the ski

Kick that bitch out and get back to the streets

Marry em both give 'em nothing for free

Bandcamp trap house metro boomin

Came up ballin' never hoopin

He's a demon let's recruait em

If you my friend better shoot him

I'm Lowkey keep a couple sliders with me

Only bad bitches spend timing wit me

Back vibes come line him with me

When I get rich I'm signing titties

I'm a big old slime in my city

Whole lotta niggas still die in my city

Neva crossed that border, place your order

Brick from Mexico, sticks from Georgia

Feelin like Gucci Mane in the 6ix

Smokin' on your friend he was innocent

I was still trappin' wen they sent me fed

Know sum niggas that snitched for a cigarette

Hater stay away from me

I told my momma pray for me

Shorty spent the day with me

I'm gangsta but she paying me

Getting all this money so it's hard to see who hating me

Left the crib, I got my glizzy on me

Baby pray for me

Drill camp shit, my drum got 50

Band camp trap house, dog food fishy

Left the feds, my bands up quickly

Getting so rich that my friends might kill me

Lowkey I keep a couple demons with me

Drop canteen come squeeze it with me

You can't be broke, I need em pretty

If you a bad bitch then beat my glizzy

Bandcamp trap house metro boomin

Came up ballin' never hoopin

He's a demon let's recruait em

If you my friend better shoot him

I'm Lowkey keep a couple sliders with me

Only bad bitches spend timing wit me

Back vibes come line him with me

When I get rich I'm signing titties

Ima Big old slime in my city

Whole lotta niggas still die in my city

Never crossed that border, place your order

Brick from Mexico, sticks from Georgia

Feeling like Gucci Mane in the 6ix

Smokin on your friend he was innocent

I was still trappin when they sent me fed

Know some niggas that snitched for a cigarette

Don't trust me I got PTSD