If Six Was Nine Lyrics

Old head bitch, Tryna join on the major league

Old head bitch, Tryna join on the major league

Got shorty trying to join my team

Got shorty trying to fuck with me

Tryna tell shorty don't tweak

I turn the six to a nine though (I turn the six to a nine)

Tryna tell shorty don't hit my line though

Said he was P, but he gone crash on hoes (crash out crash out)

I'm tryna get rich, tryna stack and ghost (ghost)

I been considered a demon, a pussy fanatic

Niggas trying to change on the boy, hell nah shit tragic (shit get tragic, yeah)

Pass my guy Addey the cup, the boy got to have it (yeah, yeah)

I can't stop chasing a bag, this shit is a habit

Boy talk too much shit, go sit on the bench

Before I send my guys outside with that wrench

Black on black, on black, on black, on black, on black

I still rock Ricks, filling my cup with the mud

Sip that shit, no sense

I'm tryna put out a hit

Pay your momma's rent

Put out a hit

Shoot out the house your momma's in

Label done cut me a deal, shit look promising

Niggas still thinking they rich, label only cut like 5 percent

Phone on DND, hoe trying to link me still

I turn to a bad guy, I ain't tryna pop no pill

He still on the ave, guy, I'm trying to make me a million

Shorty know I'm a bad guy, I don't give a fuck what you feel

I turn the six to a nine though (I turn the six to a nine)

Tryna tell shorty don't hit my line though

Said he was P, but he gone crash on hoes

I'm tryna get rich, tryna stack and ghost (crash out crash out)

I turn the six to a nine though (I turn the six to a nine)

Tryna tell shorty don't hit my line though

Said he was P, but he gone crash on hoes (crash out crash out)

I'm tryna get rich, tryna stack and ghost (ghost)