Slug Christ 6 Grams Lyrics
6 Grams by Slug Christ
[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x)
I told myself I gotta 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]
A K 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 enter ya spot
You can not damage me brah
I'm the main character
You're just a supportin' role
Filler's all they need ya 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
Ya blasphemy
Couple grand
[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x)
I told myself I gotta 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 3: 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'mma creep
Through your mothafuckin' 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 teh floe and then give me yoe doe and then feel your fuckin' body drip
I got the licka 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
[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x)
I told myself I gotta 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 gotta 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]
A K 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 enter ya spot
You can not damage me brah
I'm the main character
You're just a supportin' role
Filler's all they need ya 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
Ya blasphemy
Couple grand
[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x)
I told myself I gotta 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 3: 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'mma creep
Through your mothafuckin' 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 teh floe and then give me yoe doe and then feel your fuckin' body drip
I got the licka 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
[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x)
I told myself I gotta 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