CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 6 Rings
(K Swisha)
What you doing, hey
I mix the Stussy with designer
CDG baby dope commas
Watching Futurama with your momma
Couldn't wait to make it rain, to be honest
Hopped in my bag, yeah it's like a Birkin
Top off, yeah-yeah I got em' hurting
Yeah she thick as f**k and ooh, and she bussin'
Don't sip the lean, yeah but it's slow, we f**king
Rock the ACG, yeah with the Don C
R.S.V.P. got the line deep
No location baby, yeah, can't find me
Fat Tiger swag, yeah I got them O.G.'s
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Folliеs for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
Your ex n***a showеd no grat**ude
I can change the style, change the lat**ude
Yeah I wanna' f**k with you but change your att**ude
Yeah you put that sh*t on first and now they all matching you
Said don't try me cause' my young n***as will run in your household
I'm guns blazing like Rambo
Young n***a just got off for manslaughter
I don't never ever run out of ammo
I can't protect you, girl
Unless you talking about shoes we take trips across the world
I got a b*t*h from [?]
Take her somewhere in France like get your flicks in girl
We dancing in moonlight, she had Chanae-nae pearls
Me, I got a Hellstar fit on
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
You should loosen up, you my favorite
He was talking sh*t, don't save him
Talk behind your back, then they switch it up
That's your own dog, you shouldn't switch it up
I was in Paris when you FaceTimed me
Feel like 05' in these Nigo Bape jeans
I was in Tokyo rocking Ice Cream's
What's that smell? When I spark my green
Wanna' buy rings for the whole damn team
Feel like Lil Wayne, ice chain, bling-bling
What you doing, hey
I mix the Stussy with designer
CDG baby dope commas
Watching Futurama with your momma
Couldn't wait to make it rain, to be honest
Hopped in my bag, yeah it's like a Birkin
Top off, yeah-yeah I got em' hurting
Yeah she thick as f**k and ooh, and she bussin'
Don't sip the lean, yeah but it's slow, we f**king
Rock the ACG, yeah with the Don C
R.S.V.P. got the line deep
No location baby, yeah, can't find me
Fat Tiger swag, yeah I got them O.G.'s
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Folliеs for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
Your ex n***a showеd no grat**ude
I can change the style, change the lat**ude
Yeah I wanna' f**k with you but change your att**ude
Yeah you put that sh*t on first and now they all matching you
Said don't try me cause' my young n***as will run in your household
I'm guns blazing like Rambo
Young n***a just got off for manslaughter
I don't never ever run out of ammo
I can't protect you, girl
Unless you talking about shoes we take trips across the world
I got a b*t*h from [?]
Take her somewhere in France like get your flicks in girl
We dancing in moonlight, she had Chanae-nae pearls
Me, I got a Hellstar fit on
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
When I'm in Chicago, rocking six rings
When I'm in Atlanta, eating chicken wings
I'm up in Follies for the day shift
Baby quit your job, they don't pay sh*t
You should loosen up, you my favorite
He was talking sh*t, don't save him
Talk behind your back, then they switch it up
That's your own dog, you shouldn't switch it up
I was in Paris when you FaceTimed me
Feel like 05' in these Nigo Bape jeans
I was in Tokyo rocking Ice Cream's
What's that smell? When I spark my green
Wanna' buy rings for the whole damn team
Feel like Lil Wayne, ice chain, bling-bling
