Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 Pick , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 25.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 Pick |
| Hit my line, where you at? |
| Pop up, come shop, bitch we got good dope, good |
| Serving the gas through the window |
| I don’t give a fuck if you kinfolk |
| Ayy, ayy, glass house, was tinfoil |
| Straight drop hit like ten-four |
| Ayy, real trapper I’ll serve 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 niggas be actin', serving these addys |
| I put them M’s in the cabinet |
| Forty go boom like tempo |
| Everybody get hit, even your bimbo |
| Even your binfolk, I’m in the trap rollin' nickels |
| Break down a pack like a swisher |
| Counting this cash with your sister |
| She eat the dick, I don’t kiss her, ugh, ugh |
| She disappear I don’t miss her |
| Sipping that lean like a liquor |
| These niggas square as a picture |
| OG gas in the jar like a pickle, get two for a nickel, ayy |
| We still trapping hundred pack skittles |
| Stain a nigga for a figure |
| I give a fuck if they sign me |
| I’m on the block where it’s grimy |
| Lookin' for me, you could find me |
| Where I’m at? |
| Up there, up there |
| Kush price set and it’s stuck there |
| OG bags, let 'em go for two for five |
| Ain’t shit here sweet, I ain’t letting shit slide |
| Fuck niggas play with the gang better hide |
| My young nigga shoot like it’s NBA Live |
| Kicking the pack like it’s FIFA |
| We got the package of reefer |
| Go get a pack of some reefer |
| Oak Cliff nigga got it cheaper |
| Whipping the work, wife beater |
| Ayy, ayy, she know I’m fuckin' then leaving |
| So she suck on me like she leaching, ayy, ayy |
| El Chapo I’m a demon |
| Fuck that bitch, then deleting, ayy ayy |
| Young nigga hungry, they scheming |
| Woke up them folks, they was dreaming |
| We got good dope if you fiendin' |
| Whip up my dope to a Beamer |
| I beat the pack like it’s Tina |
| Can’t see me, John Cena |
| I got them spots like a cheetah |
| Nigga I’m fly as a seagull |
| Kick it with my Cliffside people |
| That bitch be lying, you believe her |
| Ayy you kissing that bitch and she swallowing semen |
| Young nigga came from the streets, I was scheming |
| All that rapping capping like he a demon |
| Catch him in person, these niggas ain’t mean it |
| Huh, naw these niggas ain’t mean it |
| Boy these niggas be schemin', huh, huh |
| Two hundred thou, I seen it |
| Three hundred thou, you dream it, huh, huh |
| All this money in the mattress |
| My necklace flooded in carats, huh, huh |
| I just be ducking these rabbits |
| Boy these lil niggas be actin' |
| Ayy, ayy, all of my niggas in love with them carats |
| I swear I be thuggin with rabbits, ayy |
| All of them gadgets up under the mattress |
| Them packs on top of the cabinet |
| Flight up be rollin' like Davin’s |
| 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 happened |
| Ball in the D like the Mavericks |
| All my young demons they savages, pop up, let you have it |
| They know the gang with that static |
| They know we pop up with thookas, this shit gon' get tragic |
| Pop up with thookas, this shit’ll get tragic |
| Retarded like boy with the maggots, ugh |
| Wrap up the dope like a package |
| Fuck this rap I’m trappin', nosy ass neighbors keep naggin' |
| I’m with my dog like Shaggy, repping my hood, it’s tatted |
| Big four-four, I’m saggin', got four bows in the cabinet |
| Fuck more hoes then your daddy |
| Kicking this shit like Jet Li |
| Pass my towel, you sweatin' me |
| No I’m not Keith but you sweating me |
| All on her knees, ho blessing me |
| Wet a nigga ass like Slitherbomb |
| Chopper sound like a damn intercom |
| Nigga I ain’t stop, fuck a pentagon |
| Gucci my bag, me and my son |
| At the store with 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 (what?) |
| VVS diamonds, they wet like Jacuzzi |
| Choppa hit him, make him sing like he Lucci |
| Sing like Lucci, ban like Boosie |
| I’m in the trap, trap god like Gucci |
| I smoke the kush to a doobie |
| Wrappin' the powder like Loubins |
| F&N no Ruger, shoot a nigga like a movie |
| I had them cruisers by Rudys |
| Clip long as two rulers |
| Give her pipe then I threw her, act like I never knew her |
| I’m in your city like I grew in it, you in my city, you tourin' |
| These niggas watchin', try to copy what I’m doing |
| It don’t work like unemployed |
| A nigga playing then we blowing |
| Reach for my chain then you dying lil nigga, you know I ain’t going |
| Play with Go Yayo, be dead in the morning |
| First shot in your head, we ain’t sending no warnings (bitch) |