6 FOR 6 FREESTYLE Lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm like, what the fuck

Couple niggas in my double dutch, it's like two double deuces in my double cup

And I got a chopper as big as the truck

If this shit hits your block, it might lift the bitch up

I hit your block like Andre Iguodala, I'm grabbin' my tec, fuck a charge, we can bump

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm tryna get active

Grab your pistol, let's see what you're packin

Cause we brought the shit there to kill you like Magic

SXSW, I'm performin' in Austin, but we make a call and we clap 'em from Dallas

Know there's a name but don't know what to call it, I get off the road and head back to the palace

I sip the lean outta gold plated chalice, I'm a high-functioning junkie

Love to bring back SBAs to the PPPs, promise you I'ma have fun with the money

J Money text me, told me I'm snappin, no yap, I do this shit like it's nothin

All of the hoes on my phone that want cracked from the back, them the same ones that was frontin'

They down the road with my name in they mouth, and they hoes got my thing in they mouth

No DBZ, I go ku, no Vegeta, I beat up the pussy, I'm bangin' it down

You niggas pussy and I really mean it, if I ever see you, we bangin' it out

Got a couple of p's in the trunk, so if 12 get behind me, you know that I'm changin' the route

Got a bad bitch, she sit in the stu with me

She just watch how I'm workin' this doohickey

Got a couple of hounds out lookin' for blood, it look like I'm slidin' with Q50

Bitch it's 2, it ain't shit you can do with me

That ain't gang if them niggas ain't blew with me

It's a couple of racks in my Truey jeans

Now I got exes that swear they ain't through with me

I walk in and make them leave they chairs before they shake my hand

I'm with my niece, we watchin', We Bare Bears, I still a bleed yo man

Dumpin' off the hip, I bust the clip before it leave my pants

I'm dunkin' off the rip-off, I call shots like I see em in advance

Uh-huh

Up a couple hats, few more, I'll have a streak

Big system Japper, trackhawk came equipped with counter UAVs

I'm not no capper, I'm slick off the tongue, yo bitch know this shit mean

I do my thing, could make a German bitch speak fluent Sudanese

This hoe blowin' up my phone

Uh-huh

Go and ask my pops who give a fuck

Was never me, I'm quick to clear the scene and leave shit it in a rut

I get a bag, I drop it on they head and chase the ones that run

I dump the mag, pollute the ground with lead and send shit to the sun

I'm puffin' gas, I got a handful of yo niggas in my lungs

I love my switches, but I keep binary triggers on my guns

God forbid I tap that button over, and I let that switch go

Pop like Crisco

You gon' hear the pop from here to San Francisco

Big ol' chop tryna cut a rug and cause a panic at the disco

Leave your shit swole, 'fore I fuck the function up, I'll change the tempo