[Intro: Gudda Gudda]

Gudda!

D6

Yeah

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

I'mma cash out on the AP, new freezer

The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers

I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux's

She tried to order a sloppy joe

I told her give me some sloppy toppy

Then let her know she a sloppy ho

Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti

Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari

260 the dash, I smoke anybody

150K cash, it fit in my pocket

This is that D6, shout out to Drizzy in the 6

Mafia like it's the Three 6

Choppers make niggas do B-flips

Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse

Burn niggas like a freak bitch

Flip and turn you like a key switch

'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with

Yeah, only time will tell, nigga

I sat back and tried to tell niggas

If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga

D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Death wish, death wish, death wish

I come to fulfill your death wish

First I must refill my beverage

That's promethazine, sold separate

That's from Texas, she's from who knows

I got new doors I ain't step in

I got new hoes I ain't hit yet

I ain't hit yet? Time is precious

I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet

I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet

I got money I ain't see yet

And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet

I got big bags in my book bag

Make me walk around like Hunchback

Diamonds so bright on my one hand

Gave all five fingers a sun-tan

Haters upset, that's a fun fact

I got pussy in my lunch bag

I got soap and I got towels

Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths

I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'

I got bitches that steal them from me

They go home and then they send pictures

To my phone with nothing under it

What am I to do? I'm lovin' it

I run a bad-ass bitches company

That's my company, my bitches humble me

I saw your bitches, that was comedy

I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy

I got the chemistry, and the amenities

Up in my bedroom, holding assembly

They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally

Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday

Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday

I can't do everyday, I could do very late

Just hit me up and now go check my resume

Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith

I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates

She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin

But I forget everything

Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff

I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up

If I had a heart it'd be a purple one

Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up

Shots of Bumbu, I'm finna serve 'em up

I got them comfy and kind and courteous

I put the old bodies in the new freezer

Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit