6 Star Wanted Level Lyrics
[Intro]
High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating, yeah
High as hell on
Damn, Danny
[Verse 1]
High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating yams, sipping Wock'
Went from lil' dawg to walking 'round with the biggest knot
From a place where titi'll spend her last to get some rocks
Fully switch on it, you can't tell that this bitch a Glock
Every time I fell, I got up and went two times harder
Every time I lost, I sat back and thought two times smarter
Unky in the kitchen, he a chemist, making lines harder
Upgraded to them Demons, we don't really drive Chargers
But I might Scat Pack it, in a different tax bracket
One night OT, f*cked around and Louis backpacked it
Profile crazy, finna go get jack active
Teamwork makes the dream work, tell yo mans pass it
Banana Backwood, it's a opp in this bitch
Seen him out in traffic, f*cked around and knocked him out the whip
Dub on my neck, watch by the brick
Five thousand dollar fit, to the socks, I'ma drip
Doors do that suicide shit, I'm hopping out the Tesla
Green Nike tech, cutter on me, popping out like Zelda
Can't do the Spirit, I'm too bougie, hopping off the Delta
Yo mans down, f*cked up, how you not gon' help him?
[Verse 2]
Muddy-ass cup, witchcraft, do the pop like Salem
Left the dubs and fifties at the crib, got a knot of Franklins
Fluke plates on the Striker, hit the spot and change 'em
In the jungle with some beasts, promise that you not gon' tame 'em
Unf*ckwithable, I'm feeling like I'm Ray
Woke up tryna make some hustle music, feeling like I'm Pay
f*ck a vest, .223s ripping through yo diamond chains
Up before the birds, phone chirping, you can't find a play
Talk about y'all wet? Boy, my bitch got more drip than y'all
Not to mention I'll spend a fifty when I hit the mall
StanWill'll up the Glockyana if you piss him off
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Why the f*ck you say yo Rollie real? That bitch ticking, dawg
[Verse 3]
Unky getting sauce from Colombia, Medellín
Seven 201s, self-scanning, boy, that's seven pings
So much chicken on me, would've thought I'm selling wings
2022 drop top, you ain't felt this breeze
Yo whole crew pouring green, y'all the Celtics team
Two thousand dollars just to loan on the belt and jeans
Hunnid Backwoods, I done f*cked up my health this week
I ain't talking 'bout a can of Goya, unky selling beans
[Verse 4]
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