DJ OP & Styles P - 6 Shooter lyrics
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(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'