[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
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