[Lyric] 6th Street (DC The Don)

[Intro]
Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (B-B-Bankroll got it)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback, this bitch is alright, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most, now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

[Verse 1]
Niggas be trippin' when DC go punk, but these punk ass niggas never get me
Bitch, I'm outside of your hood where the rips be
My pockets fuller than blues where the crips be, yeah
Ayy, she said I'm rude, but she still tryna lick me
I seen your homies got beat up on 6th Street
See, I can't hang with these bums, it don't fit me
Come get with me
With a whole lotta choppas, and a whole lotta bricks, nigga come get with me
Niggas talkin' they shit on the motherfuckin' internet, come get with me
Nigga, come get with me
Donny still gettin' fresh for these hoes
If that flex'll kill me then I'm with it
I just ran up hundred-fifty from the penny
I just keep that guala on me, I got plenty
My bitch got a [?], my Birkin got a semi
My wrist got a bag up on it, 1500
She still rock designer every time she with me
She wanna be JCL in 1600
But I be so busy, I cannot be with it
And I don't gotta brag about it, it get tricky
She got a new nigga, told her that I ship it
[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback, this bitch is alright, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most, now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

[Verse 2]
Fuck it, whip it
I get that wock and I mix it, flip it
He got the bag and he fumble it, kick it
Not a shootout or kick back, I'm not tryna kick it
My .223 with me
Pass me the ball, it's a muh'fuckin' mismatch
Talkin' my shit, need a muh'fuckin' Tic-Tac
That boy a ho, he still ain't get his get back
Like, how you a player, still ain't get yo' bitch back?
Pew-pew, he get his wig snatched
Pew-pew, I just gotta sit back
I watch my niggas do the work and hit that
We not silent to shootin', it's clear he finna miss that
Pew-pew, I got my shit back
Pew-pew, I'm up where I live at
Bitch, you is not a mil', you just a quick snack
But I might break it down like 808's and Kit-Kats
[Chorus]
Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback, this bitch is alright, I won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most, now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique