Lyrics 6 Pick - Trapboy Freddy, Yella Beezy, Go Yayo

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)