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6 grams of that yuhhh
Now I'm flying with the birds
I'm the 6th man of the year
Sipping purple purple purple paint
Like a 6 pack of this beer
Look at my ears they clear
I hope nobody can hear
Run up a check
Said I love you to death you my brudda I'm never gon sweat
We not taking disrespect
Walk down the beach I'm still rocking a tech
Remember I was scrubbing the mud off the tires I was singing and rapping in choir
Started sipping that mud and my voice it got fucked so I eventually had to retire
Jump to conclusions they think I'm a thug in a gang they never inquired
Fuck that I've never been fired shoot back you know that we fired
Since then I've always been quiet
6'10 when I step on this mic
Six 10s they all in a flight
What can I say I'm high off this life
In the cut mane I feel like a-
In the cut stacking paper I'm still getting paper cuts
I own all my shit ain't no paper cuts
And I made it myself I didn't pay to cut
Chain way too heavy to make the cut
Problems too heavy they weigh too much yuhhh
6 grams of that yuhhh
Now I'm flying with the birds
I'm the 6th man of the year
Sipping purple purple purple paint
Like a 6 pack of this beer
Look at my ears they clear
I hope nobody can hear
Big B You know that I'm serious
I'm catching a flight to Europe
Hop on the train I'm smoking an Oris
Always had dreams to ride in a urus
Scared of commitment till them I'm telling these hoes I'm yours
Ball like pippen they biting my style they don't got decorum
I come from the south got a 6 on my arm
Money hungry got an itch on my palm
Pay no attention to bitches I curve bitches I curl yeah they come in a perm
Dirty my sprite I'm not talking bout germs
This shit cost a lot paid a lot
To drop all these problems and hop on a song
Anita the one put me back in the zone
She drawing on papers I'm drawing a pole
Paint on the cover I'm painting the wall
ball from a youngin like I'm post Malone
Dunno who to trust so I post alone
Move from the city go ghost alone for
You hit up the thots you home alone
It's me and thoughts not home alone
Telling my mind watch your tone
Don't blow up my phone
6 grams of that yuhhhh
Now I'm flying with the birds