6 Grams

[Chorus: Slug Christ]
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits

[Verse 1: Slug Christ]
AK low, don't fuck with me
A hunnid grams to use personally
Two sides, fuck a trinity
Middle finger nailed, can you tell me what that one thing is?
I know you fuckin' know, don't you tell me it's a secret
When it's cummin' in your throat, retreat to euthanasia
Or figure out the joke, a choice that comes free
Hit you with all that I got, lookin' like heavy arms
When I enter your spot, you can not damage me, bruh
I'm the main character, you're just a supportin' role
Fillers, all they need you for, it's over
In and out the door, beggin' and scrapin' for more
Manifestin' a crack whore, suckin' that dick, 'til you gore

[Bridge: Slug Christ]
A dime sack, don't talk to me
Couple zones on the balcony
Kill yourself, you blasphemy, couple grand

[Chorus: Slug Christ]
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits

[Verse 2: The Yung Link]
Bitch, it's me, nigga, it's the fuckin' Link
I'm takin' your riches and puttin' you six feet deep
Underground while you sleep
Nigga, I'ma creep through your motherfuckin' hood while you countin' your sheep
Got the mask on my face and be bustin' your bitches on repeat
Watch the blood leak
I'm blowin' on that stank pack, type shit
Houston Tex, promethazine, that lonestar pint shit
When I go broke, I then kick in the doe and leave everybody, wig split
Fall to the floe and then give me your doe and then feel your fuckin' body drip
I got the lick through my fuckin' veins
Nigga talk shit and 900 the klick, make them motherfuckin' bullets rain
Nigga, on your ass, make them hollow points blast
I empty the clips, I'm takin' no shits
Pop you like a zit, like I'm poppin' a clit'
Nigga, don't trip, on my pistol grip
Bullets shells rang, makin' a stang, givin' you pain
Showin' no shame, fuck all you lames
I'm bustin' on your bitches, I'm takin' your riches
Then droppin' them bodies off in a ditches, believe in no snitches

[Chorus: Slug Christ]
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits
I told myself, I got to start stackin' paper
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick, so cold, slip it in a minute
Keep my arms raised up
It's cool, I fucked the witness, and I'm ripped solo
A comma an some digits