6 Days! Lyrics

(Oh my god, Apollo)

(Cause I feel like...)

Niggas only want clout like it's 6th grade

He a bum ain't made money in 6 days

Put you onto a bag in like 6 ways

Put you onto a bag like your sensei

Put some bread on his books it's 6th page

I've been good off them yercs for like 6 days

(Oh my god, Apollo)

I been good of this girl for like 6 days

She a barbie she stuck in her brat ways

I'm still slimy

I'm stuck in my slat ways

Used to keep a knife tucked in the hallways

In the opp hood I had me them long days

Came a long way

Used to watch niggas

Couldn't cop J's

Now these niggas watch me

I'm in first place

Haters couldn't stop me

Look what God made

Got a bad bitch

Think she Guyanese

Yeah, like me

I got twin money

Hundreds siamese

I got snow bunnies

I got blackanese

Got a old bitch

Think she eyeing me

Money run from you

But it come to me

Bronx shawty

She like Cardi B

In a new city

Sitting comfortably

Yeah

Tell her watch your tone when it come to me

Whole squad it be sucker free

I got 20 hoes in a BNB

Spellcaster it like it's D&D

Know we bout to blow like some TNT

Hak with me I got smoke with me

Pop up with a mask it's no trick or treat

(Oh my God, Apollo)

Goth bitch but she still a freak

Keep a condom tucked it's no STDs

Keep a Mac 11 for my enemies

Niggas tryna race, we in SUVs

I got black hoes I got Japanese

I don't cuff hoes they get on they knees

I don't chase money, money coming to me

Niggas only want clout like it's 6th grade

He a bum ain't made money in 6 days

Put you onto a bag in like 6 ways

Put you onto a bag like your sensei

Put some bread on his books it's 6th page

I've been good off them yercs for like 6 days

I been good of this girl for like 6 days

She a barbie she stuck in her brat ways

I'm still slimy

I'm stuck in my slat ways

Used to keep a knife tucked in the hallways

In the opp hood I had me them long days

Came a long way

Used to watch niggas

Couldn't cop J's

Now these niggas watch me

I'm in first place

Haters couldn't stop me

Look what God made

Got a bad bitch

Think she Guyanese

Yeah, like me

I got twin money

Hundreds siamese

I got snow bunnies

I got blackanese

Got a old bitch

Think she eyeing me

Money run from you

But it come to me

Bronx shawty

She like Cardi B

In a new city

Sitting comfortably