DJ OP & Styles P - 6 Shooter lyrics

rate me

Ft. Snyp Life, Sauce Money, Fred The Godson, Dave East & Mysonne

(Verse)

When I land OT, fuck baggage claim

Gimme a pound and a pistol with automatic in

Got a thick ass stripper, kinda glad I came

The man's black down, she tryna fuck with the cloud again

I ain't ballin', mami, I'm squared out

You ain't formin' it, you aired out

No tattoes, but I'm teared out

Blair out, I'm that same cheetah you hear about

Mix the kush with the afghan, Biggie shit

Middle finger to the half men

Still salute to the whole men

Flights to Columbia, fuckin' with the old men

(Verse 2)

Shmites air for the polo daunts and night bosses

Red and white faucets, fly is the Porsche

Six gears, leave ya in the rear from the ?

I'm third lane bangin' like a clip full of corpses

From New York to anywhere and back, still flossin'

Light up an ounce then bounce to the fortress

All glad terrace, hunnid grand, gray moon

I see em all mad jealous from my landscape view

One luv for the thuggins, stay true

It's like I'm back for the first time, a nigga debut

Get em! Take one, take two befo' I blaze through

It's road killa, bookey bars, nigga, stay tuned

(Verse 3)

Guess I could spit some gangsta shit, but I took an oath

Neva leave kids dumb, let my wisdom show grove

Gimme yo blessings, I share my lessons, yeah, it's dope

But my main reachin' fo' this evenin' is bringin' hope

I done made residuals, fucked up, money pitiful

Took way more losses than I won, I'm inconsiderable

Bragged about gettin' women and pushin' V's, was so pivotal

Tellin' ya not to do it like I did it hypocritical

Right? Livin' life to the fullest as you should

Peerin' lyrically, if you're hearin' me I'm too good

Who would, I mean who could fill my shoes

But if I ain't leavin' somethin' behind, still, I lose

When it's all said and done, my conscience is clean

Main remains the same, responses is mean

Money is still flowin' without any signs of slowin'

Proud to see me goin' cuz I been where you're goin'