Yung Blackness - The 6 (Prod. By Dudemane) Lyrics

F*ck what a nigga say
I'm getting money till heavens Gates
I see a slut and I hit her hard
Price on the P make em shiver hard
I aint in them trenches, I Made a way
All of my niggas stay getting paid
Shoutout to Izzy Mane Fontaine
Niggas that's hating, ain't far away
Step up and kill me or fade away
You f*ck yo hoe? Oh it's mutual
Screaming like she at a funeral
I'm bout the paper, no lacking
I came from being broke asf
To stacking
Run a check and spend it
Make it past tense
Do me some drugs
Give her some drugs
She gone make that f*cking back bend
Ima OG nigga, shake up
I gotta bake em
Tell that hoe to rake up
Niggas getting angered
I'm just getting paper
That lil hoe gone f*ck me
Niggas gone keep On ducking
Randy moss with the buddies
Hop out the japanese
Bumping cap steez
PAUSE
RIP that king
Joey going hard despite the sting
And we trying hard to keep the peace
But 40's clapping with 100 yappin
Blood pouring, this shit ain't drippin
6 points, nigga I ain't crippin
410 to those who developing

Man I swore on the 6
But I'm standing on 5
Aye damn bo, get it
Whatchu doing on side
I been hitting licks for a really long time
They said I wouldn't live a really long time
(Yuh)
Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long
Swore on the 6
But I'm standing on 5
Pull up on the kid, let's see what you about
My niggas kill ya kids, theyon care about a smile
Yeah ya keep tripping bitch
And I promise they won't find ya
(Aye, aye)
Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long Time Long