In the 6 - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Johnny Cinco

Ride through the 6 with my woes

I’m in the 6 with Pablo

Trying to get rich off the blow

Trying to get rich off the road

Robbing them sticks on the low

I need a plug on the low

I need them in by the boat

Units in the city, Shawty Lo

OG Lambo, how low can you go?

Truckload of mid from Mexico

Riding through the 6 on Candler Road

Dropped that shit off by my woe

Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four

Trying to put it on the road

I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows

I think I got early Alzheimer’s

I ain’t even mean to make the pot shook

Fucked around, skipped every class but home economics

I just wanna learn how to cook

Walk in this bitch, dressed like Captain Hook

I’m smoking cookie, pussy, got your cookies took

I’m swinging the trees like its Jungle Book

Drinking lean, got the old bills, Dr. Huxtable

Get robbed, pussy nigga gullible

Pablo pull up in the, «What the fuck you do?»

Wearing «What the fuck are those?»

Riding through the 6 with my woes

Bombs everywhere like it’s a minefield

I make the trap explode

Bitch look like Kelly Rose

I’m selling Topanga in Minnesota

I’ma cook it 'fore you come a little over

Stay in the kitchen, might smell a little odor

Crack rock, break it down into boulders

Now these bitches wanna act like they know us

Dope on my clothes, work it well like I’m holding

I’m at the witness door, like Jehovah

AK, hundred-round strap on my shoulder

Shoot everything over shoulders

Ride through the 6 with my woes

I’m in the 6 with Pablo

Trying to get rich off the blow

Trying to get rich off the road

Robbing them sticks on the low

I need a plug on the low

I need them in by the boat

Units in the city, Shawty Lo

OG Limbo, how low can you go?

Truckload of mid from Mexico

Riding through the 6 on Candler Road

Dropped that shit off by my woe

Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four

Trying to put it on the road

I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows

I’m the realest nigga that ever did it

I was really juuging in the city

I was having units in the city

Everything I say, I really live it

Poppi just charge for the midget

Hundred band juug, to be specific

I got plugs each and every city

Get them things for the Ken and Griffey

Twenty chains, bitch, I feel terrific

It’s a plain Jane, there’s a difference

I got bitches, ain’t no difference

I could tell that she ain’t know the difference

Parked the Lamborghini, snatch your feelings

Hundred hoes John the Poppi with em

Indoor pool, heated swimming

Lot of choppers, no alarm system

I been running through the 6 with my woes

I was in that Bent with your hoe

Sell them something that they didn’t know

Ride through the 6 with my woes

I’m in the 6 with Pablo

Trying to get rich off the blow

Trying to get rich off the road

Robbing them sticks on the low

I need a plug on the low

I need them in by the boat

Units in the city, Shawty Lo

OG Limbo, how low can you go?

Truckload of mid from Mexico

Riding through the 6 on Candler Road

Dropped that shit off by my woe

Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four

Trying to put it on the road

I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows