6 Months (feat. Pooh Shiesty) E

Yeah, that's right. You hear them bitches slanging, That's Icey Boy, nigga. That my big Wock', nigga, fuck it. Hoe. I pop a Perc. I'm off sick blunt. Got rich in six months, It's the mail. I get it at work, and I'ma go for it. I'll never punt 'cause I'm A player. Them niggas be acting, but I ain't Never capping. the realest I stand on it. Lil Choppa be clapping, and I'm with Choppa Gang. Pussy, we'll draw the band on him. I unwrap the packet. Yeah, I been trapping, Trapping, yeah, since I was a young nigga. You know I'm attacking, and I ain't never lacking, Nigga. Know I got the drum with me. Wock' told me to flip 'em. I give him Two to the head, one to the chest, he Gone. Dumb ass nigga. Yeah, I told that pussy nigga I'll never make A song. But we get him gone, yeah, by The load. For the fame, I was fucking them Hoes. I was robbing all them boys with the Blow. And if he bark, I left his ass On the floor. Nah, I ain't no rookie, yeah, That's for sure. Hit the charts, I'm top five On the score. Me and Shiesty, nigga, we on A roll. So Ice the Boy, we like Fantastic Four. I keep a Glock, I stay on the Block. I caught WOP, I promise body gon' drop. Got more money, that mean you need to stop. Got so many racks, go buy the lot. I point the Glock and, nigga, you see the Dot. And if I pull it, then your body Gon' flop. You should've died, I heard that you Was a cop. Had to put that dumb ass Nigga on fog. I pop a Perc. I'm off a sick blunt. Got rich in six Months, it's the mail. I get at work, and I'ma go for it. I'll never punt 'cause I'm A player. Them niggas be acting, but I ain't Never capping. I'm the realest and I stand on It. Lil Choppa be clapping, and I'm with Choppa Gang. Pussy, we'll draw the band on I unwrap The packet. Yeah, I been trapping, yeah, since I Was a young nigga. You know I'm attacking, I Ain't never lacking, nigga. Know I got the drum with me. Wock' told me to flip 'em. I give him two the head, one to the Chest, he gone. Dumb ass nigga. Yeah, I told that pussy nigga I'll never make A song. Bitch, I'm a snake, don't move, gon' Slime you out. Then hit your ass with the Drac'. Clear as a tape. We gon' leave a man down the Glock when I bake the cake. Now this ain't the tape. Hundred racks, ain't shit, hit for ninety-five in One day. High-speed chase in the Dodge. That's how Shiesty had to the dash in the Wraith. Bitch, I mean business, stand on what I Say. Took off of rapping, but still love to Slay. Shot a video Wednesday and off Sunday. Fool want you dead, I'ma tell him okay. Chop your ass up like a high-top fade. I done bought a gun, now I want some Grenades. Rock a shade with a cam out, this Shit replay. Brr. Scrap too and this shit replay. Big Brr. I'm off a sick blunt. Got rich in six months, it's the mail. I get at work, and I'ma go for it. I'll never punt 'cause I'm a player. Them niggas be acting, but I ain't never capping. I'm the realest and I stand on it. Lil Choppa be clapping, and with Choppa Gang. Pussy, we'll draw the band on him. I unwrap the packet. Yeah, I been trapping, Trapping, yeah, since I was a young nigga. You know I'm attacking, and I ain't never lacking, Nigga. Know I got the drum with me. Wock' told me to flip 'em. I give him Two to the head, one to the chest, he Gone. Dumb ass nigga. Yeah, I told that pussy nigga I'll never make A song.