Lyrics for HP Boyz - 6 To The World
Verse 1
Fresh off the international
First to it like the ship was natural
Sold out, seven shows over seas
Came back and spent fifteen G'z in a week
Now I'm halfway through the E-P
And I got to thank God, T-G
Used to dream about being on T.V.
Now I can't watch without seeing my G'z on the screen
Stepped in, paused on my BOSS s**t
You don't do dirt, you do chocolate
**** too I never worry what the cost is
I'm just trying to get crocs until the **** ****
Tell me what now
**** got the **** like it **** from the South
They tell me I'm foul, but I can never be like them
I got my G'z until the end
Still in another trap, we don't talk to the Feds
But the phones still tapped
Coppers trying to charge but I don't cling rap
Took a couple gats, but we still got whaps
Coppers **** dirty
He's soon home early
While I'm copping Burberry
My everyday's of earning
**** side is burning
Caught me like ****, I can see them tables turning
Always stay one hundred
Cause you know I stay worthy
Show no mercy, gang stay murky
Never dying now, but the vision never blury
Pull up to the scene, I pull out like Shirley
*****
Aye, take me back to the birthdays
Keep it humble through all of this struggle
And I feel blessed to see my momma stress less
See my bro's eat best, and the best dressed
But it took long nights, to get to long whites
It was **** **** style back when I want it
It got me like, Roddy Rich I'm most balling
My older G'z still trapping from the morning
Can't forget real ones when you make home-runs
It's still the same, my bro's before the fame
Don't switch up, just cruise the cash game
Better days, getting paid to entertain
I roll another D-B, and I puff and pass
The dream done came at last
I have to thank my G'z, my bro's from HP
And all the haters in between
I'm just way too busy chasing that milli
Watch the six elevate like Drizzy
Blood blazing if you're still hating
We still baking, taking those payments
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