D6

Yeah I'ma cash out on the AP, new freezer
The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux
She tried to order a sloppy joe
I told her give me some sloppy toppy
Then let her know she a sloppy ho
Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
Two million cash this is not a Ferrari
260 the dash I smoke anybody
150K cash it fit in my pocket
This is that D6 shout out to Drizzy in the 6
Mafia like it's the 3-6
Choppers make niggas do B flips
Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
Burn niggas like a freak bitch
Flip and turn you like a key switch
'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with, yeah
Only time will tell nigga
I sat back and tried to tell niggas
If you try to test me watch you fail, nigga
D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga

Death wish, death wish, death wish
I come to fulfill your death wish
First I must refill my beverage
That's promethazine sold separate
That's from Texas, she's from who knows
I got new doors I ain't step in
I got new hoes I ain't hit yet, I ain't hit yet?
Time is precious
I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet
I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet
I got money I ain't see yet
And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet
I got big bags in my book bag
Make me walk around like Hunchback
Diamonds so bright on my one hand
Gave all five fingers a suntan
Haters upset, that's a fun fact
I got pussy in my lunch bag
I got soap and I got towels
Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
I got bitches that steal them from me
They go home and then they send pictures
To my phone with nothing under it
What am I to do? I'm lovin' it
I run a bad-ass bitches company
That's my company, my bitches humble me
I saw your bitches, that was comedy
I got the remedy, oops I meant remedy
I got the chemistry, and the amenities
Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
They leave feelin' good, physically, mentally
Meditate, meditate, think about yesterday
Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
I can't do everyday, I could do very late
Just hit me up and now go check my resume
Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin, but
I forget everything, thanks to the medicine
Thanks to the purple stuff, I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up
If I had a heart it'd be a purple one
Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up
Shots of Bumble, I'm finna serve 'em up
I got them comfy and kind and courteous
I put the old bodies in the new freezer
Brrt, I never heard of her

Six shit