Gucci Mane – 6 Months lyrics

[Intro: Foogiano]
You know what I'm sayin', you hear them bitches playin' that "SoIcyBoyz", nigga
Know big 'Wop leave 'em fucked (Brrt)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm about my six blunts (Ha, 'za)
Got rich in six months, it's the Mayor
I give you that work and I'ma go for it (What, what?)
I'll never punt 'cause I'm a player (Nah)
Young nigga be actin', but I ain't never cappin' (Nah, ho)
I'm the realest and I stand on it
Them choppers be clappin' (Grrt), and I'm with Chopper Gang
Pussy, we'll drop the band on 'em

[Post-Chorus: Foogiano]
I unwrap the package (Ho), yeah, I've been trappin-trappin' (Ho)
Yeah, since I was a young nigga (Ho, what?)
You know I'ma tax 'em (What?), and I ain't ever lackin'
Nigga, know I got the drum with me
'Wop told me to flip him, I gave him two to the head (Ho)
Onе to the chest, he gonе (Boom, boom, boom)
Dumb-ass nigga (Dumb), yeah, I told that pussy nigga (Huh, yeah)
I'd never make a song (Ho)

[Verse 1: Foogiano]
But we get 'em gone, just by the low (Huh?)
'Fore the fame, I was fuckin' them hoes (Huh, Foo, Foo, what?)
I was robbin' all them boys with the blow
And if he broke, I left his ass on the floor (Boom)
Nah, I ain't no rookie, yeah, that's for sure (Huh?)
Check the charts, I'm top five on the score (Five)
Me and Shiesty, nigga, we on a roll
SoIcyBoyz, we like Fantastic Four (Ice, ice, ice)
I keep a Glock, I stay on the block
I call 'Wop, I promise body gon' drop (Boom, boom, boom)
Got more money than me? You need to stop (Ice)
Got so many racks, can go by the lot (Racks)
I point the Glock and, nigga, you see the dot (Boom)
And if I pull it, then your body gon' flop (Huh?)
You should've died, I heard that you was a cop (Died)
Had to put that dumb-ass nigga on FOX (Brrt, bah, bah)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
Ho, I pop a Perc' (Ha, Perc'), I'm on my sixth blunt (What?)
Got rich in six months, it's the Mayor
I give you that work and I'ma go for it (What, what?)
I'll never punt 'cause I'm a player (Ho)
Young nigga be actin', but I ain't never cappin' (Ho)
I'm the realest and I stand on it
Them choppers be clappin', and I'm with Chopper Gang
Pussy, we'll drop the band on 'em (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Post-Chorus: Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty]
I unwrap the package (Ho), yeah, I've been trappin-trappin' (Trap)
Yeah, since I was a young nigga
You know I'ma tax 'em (Blrrrd), and I ain't ever lackin'
Nigga, know I got the drum with me (Grrt, grrt)
'Wop told me to flip him, I gave him two to the head (Ayy, yeah)
One to the chest, he gone (Boom, boom, boom, he gone)
Dumb-ass nigga, yeah, I told that pussy nigga (Blrrrd)
I'd never make a song (Ayy, Big Blrrrd)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Bitch, I'm a snake (Snake), the move gon' slime you out (Slatt)
Then hit your ass with the Drac' (Slatt, grrt)
Crossin' tape, we gon' leave a man down (Mans blown)
When I pull up and bake the cake (I bake the cake)
Now, it's safe to say, hundred racks ain't shit
Hit for ninety-five in one day (Nine on one day)
High speed chase in the Dodge SRT (Skrrt)
Had to do the dash in the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt, brr)
Bitch, I mean business, stand on what I say (I say)
Took off with rappin' but still love to slay (I'm slayin')
Shot a video Wednesday and an opp Sunday (Sunday)
Foo want you dead, I'ma tell him "Okay" (It's good)
Chop your ass up like a high-top fade (The chop)
Gotta hold that gun, now I want some grenades (Blrrrd)
Rockin' shade with the cam on, bitch, we play (Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
We just cop two and then, shit, we play (Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm about my six blunts (Ha, ho, what?)
Got rich in six months, it's the Mayor (Huh)
I give you that work and I'ma go for it (What, what?)
I'll never punt 'cause I'm a player (Ho)
Young nigga be actin' but I ain't never cappin' (Actin')
I'm the realest and I stand on it (Foo)
Them choppers be clappin' and I'm with Chopper Gang
Pussy, we'll drop the band on 'em (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Post-Chorus: Foogiano]
I unwrap the package (Ho), yeah, I've been trappin-trappin' (Trap)
Yeah, since I was a young nigga
You know I'ma tax 'em (Huh?), and I ain't ever lackin'
Nigga, know I got the drum with me (Grrt, grrt)
'Wop told me to flip him, I gave him two to the head (Ho)
One to the chest, he gone (Boom, boom, boom)
Dumb-ass nigga (Ho), yeah, I told that pussy nigga
I'd never make a song (Ho)