Zone 6

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick

Get a dub for a whole, ten for a split

A supermodel on my dick, she just another bitch

This just another day, off in that Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin’ real hard

You up in Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin' real hard

You off in Zone 6

Bitch

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I got my old hood shook by my new charm

Iced out bart, looking like a newborn

Coolor karats got it looking like a kindergarten

Gucci [?] young nigga, beg your pardon?

Run off on your ass on a milk carton

Gucci Mane [?] shawty overjoyed

Fuck with me, got gwop from the old days

I'm still eating, matter fact, I’m full, man

Shitted on you, now I need another mil, man

How you [?] fifth whip, man

I'm shitting on you every time, [?]

[?] in my red thang

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick

Get a dub for a whole, tеn for a split

A supermodel on my dick, she just anothеr bitch

This just another day, off in that Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin' real hard

You up in Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin' real hard

You off in Zone 6

Bitch

[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]

Get yo money, congratulate money

I'm doing real good, yeah, my trap bunking

Slide on Boldercrest, I gotta drop a duse

Yeah, I stay cooking, 'cause your boy the truth

Stupid fruity fit, stupid fruity swag

Yeah, my trap bunking, I bought a stupid jag

I got that glass house, I got that hard lard

'Cause when you hear this pimpin, your [?] get hard hard

I got a stupid plug, what it is, fat?

Who tought you how to cook it?

Nigga, go holla at fat

Yeah, I bring it back

A big old stupid sack

Full of rubberbands

’Cause nigga, I’m the man

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

20 grand for a show, that's a damn brick

Get a dub for a whole, ten for a split

A supermodel on my dick, she just another bitch

This just another day, off in that Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin’ real hard

You up in Zone 6

Baby, take a hit

Ms. lady take a sniff

We trappin' real hard

You off in Zone 6

Bitch

[Verse 3: ?]

I'm a Zone 6 veteran, now young and better than

My whip clean, I'm iced out, from selling methamphetamine

My Silver Auto truck, I’m mounted up on 6's

See I did it for the hood, now it's time to do it for the bitches

And I'm still selling dime blocks [?]

Wanna slow you up, and the other make your body drop

I'm making moves like Randy Moss, so nigga, pass me the rock

The youngest soldier in the squad, that'll run in your house

Zone 6 niggas, we getting motherfucking riches

Zone 6 niggas, fucking all y'all bitches

Can't hate us, 'cause we look like money

Walk like, talk like, even smell like money

Yeah

Walk like, talk like, even smell like money

Walk like, talk like, even smell like money

Yeah, 'cause we look like money

Walk like, talk like, even smell like money