Zone 6

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick Get a dub for a whole, ten for a split A supermodel on my dick, she just another bitch This just another day, off in that Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin’ real hard You up in Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin' real hard You off in Zone 6 Bitch [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got my old hood shook by my new charm Iced out bart, looking like a newborn Coolor karats got it looking like a kindergarten Gucci [?] young nigga, beg your pardon? Run off on your ass on a milk carton Gucci Mane [?] shawty overjoyed Fuck with me, got gwop from the old days I'm still eating, matter fact, I’m full, man Shitted on you, now I need another mil, man How you [?] fifth whip, man I'm shitting on you every time, [?] [?] in my red [?] [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick Get a dub for a whole, ten for a split A supеrmodel on my dick, she just another bitch This just anothеr day, off in that Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin' real hard You up in Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin' real hard You off in Zone 6 Bitch [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] [?] money, [?] money I'm doing real good, yeah, my trap bunking Slide on Boldercrest, I gotta drop a duse Yeah, I stay cooking, 'cause your boy the truth Stupid fruity fit, stupid fruity swag Yeah, my trap bunking, I bought a stupid jag I got that glass house, I got that hard lard 'Cause when you hear this pimpin, your [?] get hard hard I got a stupid plug, what it is, fat? Who tought you how to cook it? Nigga, go holla at fat Yeah, I bring it back A big old stupid sack Full of rubberbands ’Cause nigga, I’m the man [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick Get a dub for a whole, ten for a split A supermodel on my dick, she just another bitch This just another day, off in that Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin’ real hard You up in Zone 6 Baby, take a hit Ms. lady take a sniff We trappin' real hard You off in Zone 6 Bitch [Verse 3: ?] I'm a Zone 6 veteran, [?] My whip clean, I'm iced out, from selling methamphetamine My Silver Auto truck, I’m mounted up on 6's See I did it for the hood, now it's time to do it for the bitches And I'm still selling dime blocks [?] [?] you up, and the other make your body drop I'm making moves like Randy Moss, so nigga, pass me the rock The youngest soldier in the squad, that'll run in your house I heard Zone 6 niggas, get motherfucking riches Zone 6 niggas, fucking all y'all bitches Can't hate us, 'cause we look like money Walk like, talk like, even smell like money Yeah Walk like, talk like, even smell like money Walk like, talk like, even smell like money