Pouya – Six Speed lyrics

[Intro]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

[Verse 1: Pouya]
I’m back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I’m Michael, yuh
Don’t look at my bread, don’t look at my whip
Take a look at my FICO, yuh
I’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank with the homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet
Come hang with the gang get shady
Drunk drive in a Mercedes
.45 on the hip daily
Screaming out "fuck you pay me"
I ain’t patient, I got OCD
Feel like I’m not controlling me
Still them hoes gon’ fall for me
Pussy that they offer me is often not too luxury
But let me see what that lick read
Triple digits in the six speed
Think I fell in love when that bitch hit me
I might fuck around and bust her down and buy a Bentley
For that bitch while you was fucking with them lames I made my baby momma rich

[Chorus: Pouya]
Baby play with my dick not my emotions
Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean
We was coasting, now we roller coasting
Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
I just pray to Peep that you don’t leave me lonely
Thousand bitches but they can’t do nothing for me
You my one and only
I know you need some company so come on over
Do you love me, do you love exposure?

[Interlude: Juicy J]
Aye man, Pouya man, I got you man
Tell these hoes "shut the fuck up"

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish (They catfish)
And it look like Meech in the club every time I come through tipping (Big Meech)
Drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3, that's if she different (Drop a bag)
Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look like Christmas (Back in)
She down to fuck, you tryna cup my nigga luck (Aye, you trippin')
This ain't no robbery but my bitch is stuck up, aye (My bitch bad)
She bad as fuck, well like what's in my cup
She the quicker, pick her upper, I'm loving the way she suck, aye, pick me up
She call me Jay (Yeah hoe), I call her bae (Yeah hoe)
We ain't the Carters but that rock all in your face (It's the rock)
These bitches thirsty but these hoes ain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
It's cuffing season man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, aye