Lyrics

Six
Find shit on my music
Find shit on my music (on my music), just like karaoke (karaoke)
They pull up like have you heard? (Have you heard?) And I'm like okie dokie (I'm like okie dokie)
This hoe really think I'm green (green) but I don't look like Yoshi (like Yoshi)
She ain't have enough brain like Matilda got sent to the chokey
**** thought that shit was on Skrull, blew her like Master Roshi (her like Master Roshi)
He thought everything was kosher (kosher), psychologically like Loki (like Loki)
I told Capo hold the stick (hold the stick) that bitch was kinda pokey
Drink blood, stay away in Britain (in Britain), call me a bloody blokey
Told his ass he could go up (could go up), got big and long and smoky
Our hoe thought that shit was cute 'til she died tryna scope me
I thought 6 was bulletproof, I am, just don't provoke me
Stick ready to feel the urn, then watch how you approach me
I made **** wanna learn, bought an education trophy
Sorry if I did you wrong, my bad that was the broke me
Everyone who do me wrong, always end up below me
Have my yin and get your kong, it was screaming Tony
Find shit on my music (on my music), just like karaoke (karaoke)
They pull up like have you heard? (Have you heard?) And I'm like okie dokie (I'm like okie dokie)
This hoe really think I'm green (green) but I don't look like Yoshi (like Yoshi)
She ain't have enough brain like Matilda got sent to the chokey
**** thought that shit was on Skrull, blew her like Master Roshi (her like Master Roshi)
He thought everything was kosher (kosher), psychologically like Loki (like Loki)
I told Capo hold the stick (hold the stick) that bitch was kinda pokey
Drink blood, stay away in Britain (in Britain), call me a bloody blokey
Blit, blit, blit, Jibico, he went to school
Somehow you think you know me
Told him keep it and buy a gun, you gon' need it if you owe me
Young **** livin' like Brad Pitt, I just need an answer in the joy
The more I go up, the more I go down, this shit like ring around the roses
I'ma just tell my bitch, meet me at the Ritz, in my phone tryna be nosy
If it ain't no red, I'll settle for Quaggan, it kinda had me cozy
And so in Lowaway and Kingston, you can just call me Kofi
If you want some instant pay, I need you to download Sophie
Fuckin' with the essence cool, but I might go Coyote
Vivid dreams about my life, I thank my wife when they in Ioni
I'm tryna get rich and go away, can't be 6 in Wyoming
Find shit on my music (on my music) just like karaoke (karaoke)
They pull up like have you heard? (Have you heard) and I'm like okie dokie (I'm like okie dokie)
This hoe really think I'm green (green) but I don't look like Yoshi (like Yoshi)
She ain't have enough brain like Matilda got sent to the chokey
Written by: B6
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