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6 Pick (feat. Go Yayo, Get $ Lil Ronnie, Lil Cj Kasino, Slezzy Bezzy & Yella Beezy)

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Hit my line where you at pop up come shop is we got good dope

Serving the gas through the window, I don't give a f**k if you kinfolk

Aye aye glass house was tin foil, straight drop hit like 10-4

Real trapper I'll send my kinfolk, turn a good girl to a nympho

Let's get it crackin dope in the

Cabinet I put that work in her panties

These n**s be actin serving these

Addys I put them m's in the cabinet

40 go boom like tempo everybody get hit even yo bimbo

Even yo binfolk I'm in the trap rollin

Nickels break down a pack like a swisher

Counting this cash with your sister she eat the d**k I don't kiss her

She disappear I don't miss her, sipping that lean like a liquor

These n**s square as a picture

OG gas in the jar like a pickle get 2 for a nickel

We still trapping honey pack skittles stain a n**a for a figure

I give a f**k if they sign me im on the block where its grimy

Lookin for me you could find me

Where I'm at? Up there, up there, Kush price set and it's up there

OG bags let em go for 2 for 5 ain't

Shot here sweet I ain't letting shot slide

F**k n**s play with the gang better hide

My young n**a shoot like it's NBA Live

Kicking the pack like it's FIFA, we got the package of reefer

Go get it pack up some reefer

Oak Cliff n**a got it cheaper, whipping the work wife beater

Aye aye she know I'm f**n then

Leaving so she suck on me like she leaching

Aye aye El Chapo I'm a demon f**k that b**h then deleting

Aye aye young n**a hungry they

Scheming, woke up the folks they was dreaming

We got good dope if you feindin whip up my dope to a beam and

I beat the pack like it's Tina, can't see me John Cena

I got them spots like a cheetah

N**a im fly as a seagull kick it with my crip side people

That b**h be lying you believe her

And you kissing that b**h and she swallowing semen

Young n**a came from the streets I was scheming

All the all that rapping capping like he a demon

Catch em in person these n**s ain't mean it

Huh naw these n**s ain't mean it

Boy these n**s be schemin huh huh

Two hundred thou I seen it, three hundred thou you dreamin huh huh

All this money in the mattress, my necklace flooded in carrots huh huh

I just be ducking these rabbits boy these lil n**s be actin

All of my n**s in love with them

Carrots I swear I be thuggin with rabbits

Aye all of them gadgets on top of the

Mattress them packs on top of the cabinet

Pint it be rollin like dabbins, I'm all in the game like NFL Madden

Ain't never had dreams of rappin

Just hit me a scheme and that's how it happen

Aye Ball in the D like the Mavericks, all my young demons they savages

Pop up let ya have it

They know the gang with that static

They know we pop up with Thookas this s**t gone get tragic

Pop up with thookas this s**t'll get

Tragic retarded like boy with the maggin uh

Wrap up the dope like a package f**k this rap I'm trappin

Nosy ass neighbors keep naggin, I'm with my dog like Shaggy

Rapping my hood it's tatted, big 44 I'm saggin

Got 4 bo's in the cabinet f**k more h**s then your daddy

Kicking this s**t like Jet Li

Pass my towel you sweatin me

No I'm not Keith but your Sweating me

All on her knees ho blessing me

Wet a n**a ass like slitherbomb

Chopper sound like a damn intercom

N**a I ain't stop f**k a pentagon

Gucci my bag me and my son

At the store in designer I'm trappin in Gucci (Trap, Gucci, Brr)

Just hit me a stain got me dancing like Uzi

Do it look like I'm left off Bad & Boujee (Huh, What you say)

Do it look like I'm left off Bad & Boujee

VVS diamonds they wet like Jacuzzi

Choppa hit him make him sing like he Lucci

Sing like Lucci, Bam like Boosie

I'm in the trap trap God like Gucci, I smoke the kush to a doobie

Rappin on power like Lubys, FNN no rugers

Shoot a n**a like a movie, I had them cruisers by Rudys

Clip long as two rulers give her pipe then I through her

Act like I never knew her

I'm in your s**t like I grew in it, You in my city you tourin

These n**s watchin tryna copy what I'm doing

It don't work like unemployed

A n**a playing then we blowing

Reach for my chain and you dying lil n**a you know I ain't going

Play with Go Yayo be dead in the morning

First shot in yo head we ain't sending no warnings, Bitch!

6 Pick (feat. Go Yayo, Get $ Lil Ronnie, Lil Cj Kasino, Slezzy Bezzy & Yella Beezy) de Yella Beezy – Letras & Covers