6 Rings Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

When I did my first skit, I became a top hat

Top hat, top opp all that

Nigga, who that in that whip? Matter of fact, we on that

Fully A.R.P, rippin' off his ball cap

Niggas loafing, matter of fact, get your slip on

One knee I get on, we got military tactics

Lil' brody piss on him, RIP's ripped on him

The type that to go through trees, bitch, these fully automatic's

These niggas jealous, and that's all I see

They watchin', all eyes on me

Since I jumped into these streets, I just can't leave

Soon as I signed to the streets, I got six rings

Gun, smoke all a nigga breathe

Hi-Tec, Easter pink, all a nigga drink

Yeah, huh, or the wockhardt

Who the fuck is dude, we gon' smoke em' like a puff bar

Nigga never ever catch me slippin' in a parked car

Nigga never ever catch me slippin' off that wockhardt

One thing I'ma do is play my part

I'm still here, all praise to Allah Akbar

Aye, If you ever kept me by my lonely

Please don't think I don't got it on me

I'm the one that got these niggas throwin' Bs

Now if you catch me throwin' Bs, I'm crackin' them for lil' Fee

And 43

You won't touch your hair on my goatee, I double dare you

All that dissin' in them niggas music, send the fienz

When you end up on that Tee, don't never say that I ain't tell you

Niggas loafing, matter of fact, get your slip on

One knee I get on, we got military tactics

Lil' brody piss on him, RIP's ripped on him

The type that to go through trees, bitch, these fully automatic's

These niggas jealous, and that's all I see

They watchin', all eyes on me

Since I jumped into these streets, I just can't leave

Soon as I signed to the streets, I got six rings