6x6 / Saint Laurent Lyrics

Pull up in a six by six

Yea we got got plenty sticks

Pull up with a iron on me

Bad bitch

Diamonds

Money

Salads

I ain't kill in a while

Pistol grip by my side

Bentley truck when we ride (Hey)

Bitch, I ain't talk about rag talk

Nut in her eye give her sty

Pull up in a Bat-mobile

You know it get crazy when we ride

Walk outside with out a gun on me

That shit crazy you know why?

I think that's suicide

Choppa leave holes of size of a hula hoops

Had to cash out on a Bentley too, ouu

We ain't runnin' out of tools

You up at 9 am, going to funerals

He was on the phone, can't call the ambulance, cause he died

Shots fired

Gang life comes with a price

Everyday you gamble your life

Run the fuckin' cheese up

Fuck a lil' bitch I can't wife without a prenup

I ran up bands in arenas

You was in the stands, you ain't seen nun

Pull up Bentley truck

I don't give a fuck

Packs of stinky stuff

Smokin' hella runtz

Smell like Saint Laurent

This bitch made me nut too quick

Ridin' round with two dicks

It ain't even nun new shit

We just young, dumb and ruthless

I ain't cap about shit

I was livin' in the trap I was there hoe

I was trappin out the apartment I was dead broke

Stay ten toes

I'm too solid

I can't break code

Got dinero

Told you call up Pedro

I made a mill off of rappin

You aint made shit off of cappin

You want smoke

We got static

I got packs in the attic

You a fake hoe the way you said I aint give you shit

That's some shit that I won't forget

My chains keep me cold like my ice baguettes

They call me Stunna cause I like to flex

Fell in love with money I love checks

Drippin' like Dasani my shirt is wet

Rest in peace to Perk, oh yeah