Carter VI
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fuck her ’til she scream, “Cut”
Woah now, one shot, knock his door down
Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it
This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it ‘fore you wife it
Nothin’ gettin’ between me and and the team, not even a hyphen
You got a dead man walkin’, it’s a madman talkin’
Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous
Eatin’ on these streets like a fat man starvin’
And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks, nigga
I turned my sons to rich niggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga
Two ways into the hood, one train
I be smokin’ chronic like straight to the brain
Ayo, let’s get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice
Queen stallions, my gun for me and ‘Talians
Now y’all niggas recognize medallions
Come to your hood, OT with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out, nigga, we eat as much as we could
And we don’t give a fuck, boy, you could play my shit
I don’t give a fuck, boy, you could save your shit
Y’all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Ferrari license plate read “666”
Ferrari license plate read “666”
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fuck her ’til she scream, “Cut”
Fuck
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks, nigga
I turned my sons to rich niggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga
Fuck
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks
I been outchea turnin’ chromes to bricks, nigga
I turned my sons to rich niggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga
Dance, dance, dance
666
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
I’m the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fuck her ’til she scream, “Cut”
