6 Pack Lyrics

Yeah, uh, uh, I'm about to let it off in this bitch, this lil' Z, uh, listen, look

Bitch, where you stayin' at, turn the club I ran at

They won't cut my shit, these niggas bitches, I can sense that

I won't stop my grind till I'm rich with a six-pack

From a broken home, was feelin' like where the rent at

But hold up, I keep that rock on the low, I stack that money with my bros

Trigger squeezin', it's gon' blow, kill a season, take a soul

Bitches teasin' like some hoes, bitch, stop buggin' my phone, you do the most

On my grind every day, I can let it slip away

I just wanna drop me a tape when I see rainy days

Niggas turnin' out to be fake, I see they bitchy ways

That's me chillin' up at the lake, you know I fuck them plays

Niggas tryna copy my flake, but they get stuck in May

Know it's my time, just wait, but all you niggas say

Stuff the gar up with that grape and take that bitch to face

Don't be gettin' in with that Drake, and it won't leave no trace

Bitch, what you stayin' at? Turn the club I ran at

They won't cut my shit, these niggas bitches, I can sense that

I won't stop my grind till I'm rich with a six-pack

From a broken home, was feelin' like where the rent at

But hold up, I keep that rock on the low, I stack that money with my bros

Trigger squeezin', it's gon' blow, kill a season, take a soul

Bitches teasin' like some hoes, bitch, stop buggin' my phone, you do the most

They bitches got me fucked up, a lot of times we lucked up

I hear them sayin' all that shit, but they don't never love us

22 runnin', the clique, no one above us

All that pussy shit make me sick, and I don't have no trust

I been poppin' my own shit, I had to break the rust

Baby sayin' it won't fit, I had to readjust

Watch her throw that cake doin' tricks, and then she eat it up

Like to pop that shit real slow, and then she speed it up

Nah, nah, I don't tolerate no bullshit

Fuck around, they gon' let her off a full clip

Do you travel with packs? Let me get a zip

Fuck that talkin' bout tax, see my grunt on hip

Catch me throwin' them seeds, but I'm not no crip

Yeah, you talkin' that shit, but we let it rip

Hit a stage, hit that money, and I go and dip

Uh, yeah, I let her eat the tip

Bitch, what you stayin' at? Turn the club I ran at

They won't cut my shit, these niggas bitches, I can sense that

I won't stop my grind till I'm rich with a six-pack

From a broken home, was feelin' like where the rent at

But hold up, I keep that rockin' on the low

I stack that money with my bros, trigger squeezin', it's gon' blow

Kill a season, take a soul, bitches teasin' like some hoes

Bitch, stop buggin' my phone, you do the most