Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 God Freestyle , by - Germ. Song from the album The Hijinx Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G59
Song language: English
6 God Freestyle |
| Turn me up, turn me up, ayy |
| Hold up, wait, hold up, ayy |
| Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh |
| You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey |
| .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game |
| We break the bank, uh, too much for the safe, huh (Too much for the) |
| Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh |
| You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey |
| .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game |
| We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Huh, too much for the) |
| I’m in Gucci when they great me, best believe me, I’m a demon |
| And the reaper, hallelujah, nigga, had to do it to ya |
| Ruger in the the bottom of the river now |
| Necklace like the nile now, Egyptian gold, gon' buss it down |
| This lil' bitch right here, hold it down |
| I left my fye at yo' baby momma house, fuck |
| Niggas talking crazy, punch 'em in they fucking mouth, wassup |
| Gang with me, yeah, they came with me, yeah |
| Them .30s with me, yeah, wet 'em, Mississippi, yeah |
| Them bitches love me, yeah (Yeah), them niggas hate me, yeah (Yeah) |
| This .30 on me have a nigga tryna kill me, yeah |
| These niggas biting swags (Huh), these bitches eating dick (Huh) |
| I pulled up with my stick and shot his bitch ass in the lip |
| Margielas look like Sketchers (Huh), police told me I’m reckless |
| Backwoods full of Devil’s lettuce, so I don’t panic, popped a Xanax (Huh, |
| ya dig?) |
| (So I don’t panic, popped a Xanax, huh) |
| Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh |
| You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey |
| .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game |
| We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Baad) |
| Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh |
| You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey |
| .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game |
| We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) |