Sixth Man ft. Kam McNasty Lyrics

Ay, uh

Ay, know she mad as fuck, I had to tell her I'm a dog, baby

Drop the dick off on her, she fucked up, I got her dog crazy

Got a number one on back my jersey, I'm a ball player

I'm the star sixth man off bench, I feel like Rich the Kid

I'ma shoot if niggas in my house, I feel like Mr. Biggs

Standin on business in the lobby, I feel like Mr. Moseby

Heard that nigga feel like I'm a bitch, I told him nigga show me

You ain't got no dealings in the trap, I tell him get the door then

Shad pass me the ball, told that nigga we can pick and roll it

Fuckin a thick bitch in a trap house with the windows open

Tryin' to sneak a bad red in like my name Otis

But I had to call the audible and send my other bitch in motion

All I know is O's and P's, nigga, might be a retard

And niggas really hoes, they should walk around in leotards

My OG pushin' keys and he bustin' down a brick of hard

Baby, if you bust it down, I'll buy you a middle part

Ay, it's gon' take more than that pocket change if you tryna buy a brick

And if that bitch say she ain't suckin' dick, then I ain't buyin' shit

Nigga be in the Edgewood Cemetery thinkin' I'm a lick

And this shit Romeo and Juliet I kill him bout a bitch

Kill you bout a hoe

Nigga, better pick his head up

Cause this shit on the floor

Michael Jordan bitch it's Js bammin at a nigga door

Fuck the score, nigga, I'm tryna up the score

Bitch, I need a couple more

Niggas better fuckin

Man, no, I ain't, you can't go fed on this bitch

Say they tryna drop a Rico in the city on some crazy shit

But you know what I'm sayin'? You better hide your hoe, that's all I'ma say

Ay, better hide that hoe, I'm comin' for the kill just like im Hunger Games

Jit went flat, he couldn't find the hustle in em

Now he in the sunken place

I ain't in the same bracket with these niggas, he in another race

Let these little hot bitches get to flyin, he gon' need another face

I'm a strict nigga

If I leave out, that hoe better stop breathin

Need a bitch, gon' stand up for the cause, Coretta Scott King

They stop printin' money, Stevie Wonder, I might stop seein

Got a New York thang, she out in Brooklyn, eating chopped cheese

Ay, I had to take that shit a little more serious, had to stop cheesin

Baby thick as fuck in them jeans, I know that shit squeezin

Pull up to the party, drunk as fuck, I'm already leanin

Ayy, I could make it rain in this party like I'm Tim Deegan

Ayy, Shad just brough a brand new Kel bitch, I feel like Keenan

So many grams in this blunt, it's hard to pick it up

Niggas stealing fits and flows, tell them boys, give it up

Ice around my neck, bitch, I feel like I won the Stanley Cup