6GS

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

Uh

(Who the hell is Carlo?)

Look

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

If my brother died today, I prolly wouldn't cry

But if my best friend left this earth, I'd prolly leave it too

Lou poured a six up in a pop and turned it black from blue

So many G6's, it could fill up Shaq's left shoe

Damn, that's a lot of X

Done had a lot of sex without history of phone calls or texts

I heard the head was fye, from lil' bro, so I need it next

Ain't seein' my government name, 'less it's on a check

I wrecked a half a mil' on cars, with only two accidents

Bitch want some perks, gave that ho laxatives

I started stutterin' in the pussy, forgot my adjectives

Fucked a Christian bitch, she tried to move me out to Nazareth

I can't do that girl, it's really far

I might sip a deuce with Triss, but I can't do the par

Bro just poured a glass, pint of red, it's lookin' like tar

Two pretty bitches just got pulled over in my car

Thank God I wasn't in it, 'cause we prolly wouldn't of made it far

They touch Lil' Boat, we pullin' strings like acoustic guitars

Hmm, and I'm still untouched

Asked 2GS where he got his chains, think he told me Hutch

Thirty bullets inside this clip, I make 'em double dutch

Need VS1 stones in my tomb if I go too soon

And we keep them sticks on our hip, like we at the saloon

Took my newest bitch to the salon, bought her new perfume

And my clip long as batons, bet we get to spinnin'

Last time I checked the score, boy, me and mines was winnin'

Nigga, yo' dad in the police force, stop interfering

Stop tryna include others, 'fore they start disapearin'

First time I had a cup of ack, my eyes started tearin'

Second time 2GS put it out, on god, I was chearin'

Mm, I think I'm Malcolm X

I'm peakin' through the blinds with my AK

Hope I don't hit his chest, I'm tryna get a selfie from him

Put three Ps in the mail

I could Philadelphia, we gettin' wealthy from him

2015, prolly had it giffy for ya'

If you ain't rich by 2020, then it's iffy for ya'

[Verse 2: 2G's]

Ay

Man, them boys ain't gettin' no money, they be cappin'

They see me all in the streets, I be steppin' (I be steppin')

223's rip his heart, don't need no napkin (Grra!)

Man, them niggas sippin' green, they be cappin'

(They sippin' what?)

Yo' bitch, she give me top

She smiling white, what happens

AP, it's fully bust, I'm 'bout to get a skeleton (Get a skeleton)

Them hoes be houndin' for the pape

(They be howlin', they be howlin')

I might take off in a strafe (Skrrt, bow!)

Don't say my name, you get ate

(Don't say my name, you get ate)

I don't even go on dates

(I don't even go on dates)

[Outro]

Who the hell is Carlo?