6 Speed by Malik Yanis Lyrics
(Jail Recording)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I got my town on lock
Get a load and send a drop
Ain’t no tears them shits won’t drop
Paid in full right off the lot
Ain’t no lease the bank be hot
I don’t roll round wit no Glock
But that car behind me cocked
Rap for fun and still on top
Didn’t make it off no block
Cuz I plugged that shit
Didn’t make it off no rock
You can smell that shit
Yeah yo bitch stay on cock but we don’t love that bitch
Steady bouncing in a Beamer lookin like a whole lick
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m rollin in a 6 speed
Smokin like a hippie
Eyes bloodshot and I think they out to get me
I’m faded, and I’m paranoid
Riding round town gripping on my toy
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
[Verse 1]
Yeah bitch (yeah bitch)
Steady do this shit for fun
I ain’t rapping for no backends but I get it then I run
Keepin 50 on my left case I need it for some bond
Another 50 on my right cuz I don’t know my rights from wrong
Bitch bad to the bone
Pull the pistol all chrome
Make the beat go stupid Like it lost a chromosome
And the trap where I stay I ain’t got no fucking home
Got both phones tapped I ain’t talking on no phone
He ain’t hitting no licks like he claiming in them songs
He ain’t hopped up off the porch he a mf gnome
This ain’t really what you want now the feds know I’m known
This ain’t really what you want might just turn you to a cold case
M sport package it’s a mf cold race
Praying for them days when my family ain’t got no court dates
Prayin that they let them out them out them mf chains
All these drugs keep me sane
All the plugs in they lane
[Pre-Chorus]
And I got my town on lock
Get a load and send a drop
Ain’t no tears them shits won’t drop
Paid in full right off the lot
Ain’t no lease the bank be hot
I don’t roll round wit no Glock
But that car behind me cocked
Rap for fun and still on top
Didn’t make it off no block
Cuz plugged that shit
Didn’t make it off no rock
You can smell that shit
Yeah yo bitch stay on cock but we don’t love that bitch
Steady bouncing in a Beamer lookin like a whole lick
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m rollin in a 6 speed
Smokin like a hippie
Eyes bloodshot and I think they out to get me
I’m faded, and I’m paranoid
Riding round town gripping on my toy
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
(X2)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I got my town on lock
Get a load and send a drop
Ain’t no tears them shits won’t drop
Paid in full right off the lot
Ain’t no lease the bank be hot
I don’t roll round wit no Glock
But that car behind me cocked
Rap for fun and still on top
Didn’t make it off no block
Cuz I plugged that shit
Didn’t make it off no rock
You can smell that shit
Yeah yo bitch stay on cock but we don’t love that bitch
Steady bouncing in a Beamer lookin like a whole lick
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m rollin in a 6 speed
Smokin like a hippie
Eyes bloodshot and I think they out to get me
I’m faded, and I’m paranoid
Riding round town gripping on my toy
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
[Verse 1]
Yeah bitch (yeah bitch)
Steady do this shit for fun
I ain’t rapping for no backends but I get it then I run
Keepin 50 on my left case I need it for some bond
Another 50 on my right cuz I don’t know my rights from wrong
Bitch bad to the bone
Pull the pistol all chrome
Make the beat go stupid Like it lost a chromosome
And the trap where I stay I ain’t got no fucking home
Got both phones tapped I ain’t talking on no phone
He ain’t hitting no licks like he claiming in them songs
He ain’t hopped up off the porch he a mf gnome
This ain’t really what you want now the feds know I’m known
This ain’t really what you want might just turn you to a cold case
M sport package it’s a mf cold race
Praying for them days when my family ain’t got no court dates
Prayin that they let them out them out them mf chains
All these drugs keep me sane
All the plugs in they lane
[Pre-Chorus]
And I got my town on lock
Get a load and send a drop
Ain’t no tears them shits won’t drop
Paid in full right off the lot
Ain’t no lease the bank be hot
I don’t roll round wit no Glock
But that car behind me cocked
Rap for fun and still on top
Didn’t make it off no block
Cuz plugged that shit
Didn’t make it off no rock
You can smell that shit
Yeah yo bitch stay on cock but we don’t love that bitch
Steady bouncing in a Beamer lookin like a whole lick
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m rollin in a 6 speed
Smokin like a hippie
Eyes bloodshot and I think they out to get me
I’m faded, and I’m paranoid
Riding round town gripping on my toy
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
Yeah they say I made it
Guess they feel the boi
Smokin out a pound till I fill a void
(X2)