"Six" lyrics
Pouya & Dead Hippie Lyrics
[Neal Brennan:]
Still waiting on that heifer, Julio
[Guillermo Díaz:]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
[Pouya:]
Yeah, three, two, I'm the one
.223, you bitches done
Creep the streets, look like a bum
Stackin' my money and duckin' the sun
Fuck what you heard about me
I'm swervin' through Miami, Dade County
You would've thought there was a bounty
On me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All But 6 the clique, and don't you mention the 6 unless you speak my name
Pull out that pistol, point it at my brain
Turn me into a memory, a stain
Have nothin' remain
You suckin' dick to be famous
I'm duckin' and dodgin' from cameras and lights and bitches like it was my language, Baby Bone
[Guillermo Díaz:]
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, Baby Bone)
[Dead Hippie:]
What I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
Want every motherfucker to move it, nigga, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I wasn't no rocky jit, but I ain't make it yet
I hope that I don't lose my mind if I make a check
They ask me what's wrong like all the time, I can't tell you, man
This ghost keep flying around my crib, it's like he paid for that
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna lose my soul, the moon keep stalking me
A blunt rest up on my fireplace where Christmas stockings be
The antiques of a haunted man are washed up on a beach
Some dumb-ass nigga gon' pick it up, start frothing off his teeth
What's that, nigga?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Still waiting on that heifer, Julio
[Guillermo Díaz:]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
[Pouya:]
Yeah, three, two, I'm the one
.223, you bitches done
Creep the streets, look like a bum
Stackin' my money and duckin' the sun
Fuck what you heard about me
I'm swervin' through Miami, Dade County
You would've thought there was a bounty
On me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All But 6 the clique, and don't you mention the 6 unless you speak my name
Pull out that pistol, point it at my brain
Turn me into a memory, a stain
Have nothin' remain
You suckin' dick to be famous
I'm duckin' and dodgin' from cameras and lights and bitches like it was my language, Baby Bone
[Guillermo Díaz:]
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, Baby Bone)
[Dead Hippie:]
What I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
Want every motherfucker to move it, nigga, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I wasn't no rocky jit, but I ain't make it yet
I hope that I don't lose my mind if I make a check
They ask me what's wrong like all the time, I can't tell you, man
This ghost keep flying around my crib, it's like he paid for that
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna lose my soul, the moon keep stalking me
A blunt rest up on my fireplace where Christmas stockings be
The antiques of a haunted man are washed up on a beach
Some dumb-ass nigga gon' pick it up, start frothing off his teeth
What's that, nigga?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Alexis Rene Martin, Dead Hippy
