V6 (Brick Wall) Lyrics

Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg

You get hit dawg

Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl

V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting

When it pull off look like it's lifting

Got a lor bitch in the back

With the stick and it's tucked

Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it

You can Knuck if you buck if u want

But you fucked cause it's up

Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff

And we giving out hell tickets

You can fall right in line

Let them shells hit emm

Smell like gas out the gate

Push the pedal in

Every song that I make is a celebration

Cause they know that I'm hot

And I'm elevating

I won't stop ima grind even when I make it

Bitch I'm good where I'm at

I'm remaining patient

Hold up I switch up the flow up

Everybody know that I'm sick

Like Corona

The shit I smoke is pressure

You already know

You can smell the aroma

You the I was gone to rhyme coma

Sike I lied that's my mind I'm bolder

Ima put ah chain on my brovas neck

TCR that's the gang

So you know that we throw up

I just keep giving emm hell

You cannot tell cause I stay by myself

I ran this bitch up by myself

I don't need you niggas

I don't need ya help

I remember I didn't have ah dollar

I ain't dumb with this shit

I ain't buying no designer

Give a hunned racks

Straight to my momma

That's my dream that's my goal

I ain't lying that's ah promise

Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg

You get hit dawg

Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl

V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting

When it pull off look like it's lifting

Got a lor bitch in the back

With the stick and it's tucked

Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it

You can Knuck if you buck if u want

But you fucked cause it's up

Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff

Yeah yeah yeah we really sum bread winners

Know some bitches ready to stab niggas

Pick that bag up

You know that I ran with it

In that pussy I dip ima land in it

See ah opp out my rear view

We don't fear you bullets near u

With my young niggas

They really ready to drill you

They finna kill you

You can express all ya pain

But ah mother fucker still won't feel u

And that's on sun real shit

I been staying to myself on sum

Chill shit

Lock myself in the stu on some self shit

Talking outta ya neck bring out hell quick

Bitch I ball like Ky with the Celtics

With this song that I made

Bet you felt it

And she wanted to fuck

I say baby don't touch

Let me smell it

I'm hot need to cool off

Like nigga you mad cause you lost

Needa get you ah bag

Need to get off yo ass

I don't care if you was wiping sum

Shoes off

Needa get it the rent gone be due dawg

Bad bitch Savage red hair

And she bad as a fuck

So I call her my

Rudolph

You know we brong out that choppa

That bihh finna pop emm

That bihh finna stop emm

Don't give a fuck bout it

Cause she nun but drama

Young nigga all bout a dollar

If you don't got that

Than yo ass got a problem

Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg

You get hit dawg

Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl

V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting

When it pull off look like it's lifting

Got a lor bitch in the back

With the stick and it's tucked

Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it

You can Knuck if you buck if u want

But you fucked cause it's up

Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff