Lola Monroe - 6 God lyrics

Wonder why nobody wish you well? While you’re wishing well It should be true But I’m wishing well Cut the whole block off the scheme n***a Catch him with some grill If you’re trippin’still He be missing you forever ever ever ever Never worry get the medal baby It better get you a 30 It better get you a 30 She ain’t never need a n***a A n***a never been this Up town n***a let you dirty But your body counts Have a cemetery b**hes are very ambitionary They guessin’when they come up like it’s dictionary I get you off like a weekend You ain’t never need a reason Say your mother she gonna need to call her a ____ Picture a perfect shot They gonna think I do movies That if I have to But I never do Probably busy pullin’up on 5th Avenue No sponsor, word to my revenue I make arrangements Damn, b**hes on the ground Trying to run the scam And I will run up on you like when I lie Throw them in the van Pop them for your man b**hes on the ground,lame I don’t do no flexin’got my way to put the mess I don’t do no stressin’ I just play on fingers cash I’ll be on the swerve n***az getting hurt p**y don’t deserve for real n***a worth How you tryin’to bag a dime? I’m still baggin’diamonds I be trying to put these b**hes on a stack and shine But your broke a** be trapped in mine Queen, ain’t no b**h that can trick her Now I throw sh** I throw hands for the record I’m not new to this A queen b**h rapped to the District Side I’m not new to this You b**hes couldn’t f** around with this side I’m not new to this I’m not new I’m not new to this A queen b**h rapped to the District Side I’m not new to this You b**hes couldn’t f** around with this side I’m not new to this I’m not new I told the f**er s**ers If you f** and s** them get the bread out You just trying to kick it like it’s more touch I’m a king and I be humble But I can black the shadow with a finger like my tumble ni**az thinkin’I might crumble Really got the game f**ed up I can knock a sting out of a bumble n***az got my aim f**ed up Going against me that’s dying Say you with the sh**, that’s lying n***a you a motherf**in’family guy All your dogs talkin’that’s Bryan Gangsta, you are not If you call shots than I reverse calls That’s Bryan, yeah You used to be the sh** but that’s quiet Hush, n***a what the f** you are with? f** I’m out of your lane, you are f**ed What? You n***az reall think you’re snap n***a frame all that You get the picture later I tell my b**h and she’s in Initiator, every day was with a different flavor I bet the neighbors know my name I put it down and I left a motherf**ing crown on the wall I had the whole town on my balls f**in’with me though I ain’t from the 6 side I’m from the 4 and I let the n***az know I fly With skinny n***az I can’t die For your fishy sh**, fishy lips, get my skin tight King and queen