[Chorus: Johnny Cinco & Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ride through the 6 with my woes
I'm in the 6 with Pablo
Trying to get rich off the blow
Trying to get rich off the road
Robbing them sticks on the low
I need a plug on the low
I need them in by the boat
Units in the city, Shawty Lo
OG Lambo, how low can you go?
Truckload of mid from Mexico
Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
Dropped that shit off by my woe
Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
Trying to put it on the road
I'm on toes, serving shit at my shows

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I think I got early Alzheimer's
I ain't even mean to make the pot shook
Fucked around, skipped every class but home economics
I just wanna learn how to cook
Walk in this bitch, dressed like Captain Hook
I'm smoking cookie, pussy, got your cookies took
I'm swinging the trees like its Jungle Book
Drinking lean, got the old bills, Dr. Huxtable
Get robbed, pussy nigga gullible
Pablo pull up in the, "What the fuck you do?"
Wearing "What the fuck are those?"
Riding through the 6 with my woes
Bombs everywhere like it's a minefield
I make the trap explode
Bitch look like Kelly Rose
I'm selling Topanga in Minnesota
I'ma cook it 'fore you come a little over
Stay in the kitchen, might smell a little odor
Crack rock, break it down into boulders
Now these bitches wanna act like they know us
Dope on my clothes, work it well like I'm holding
I'm at the witness door, like Jehovah
AK, hundred-round strap on my shoulder
Shoot everything over shoulders

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco & Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ride through the 6 with my woes
I'm in the 6 with Pablo
Trying to get rich off the blow
Trying to get rich off the road
Robbing them sticks on the low
I need a plug on the low
I need them in by the boat
Units in the city, Shawty Lo
OG Limbo, how low can you go?
Truckload of mid from Mexico
Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
Dropped that shit off by my woe
Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
Trying to put it on the road
I'm on toes, serving shit at my shows

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco]
I'm the realest nigga that ever did it
I was really juuging in the city
I was having units in the city
Everything I say, I really live it
Poppi just charge for the midget
Hundred band juug, to be specific
I got plugs each and every city
Get them things for the Ken and Griffey
Twenty chains, bitch, I feel terrific
It's a plain Jane, there's a difference
I got bitches, ain't no difference
I could tell that she ain't know the difference
Parked the Lamborghini, snatch your feelings
Hundred hoes John the Poppi with em
Indoor pool, heated swimming
Lot of choppers, no alarm system
I been running through the 6 with my woes
I was in that Bent with your hoe
Sell them something that they didn't know

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco & Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ride through the 6 with my woes
I'm in the 6 with Pablo
Trying to get rich off the blow
Trying to get rich off the road
Robbing them sticks on the low
I need a plug on the low
I need them in by the boat
Units in the city, Shawty Lo
OG Limbo, how low can you go?
Truckload of mid from Mexico
Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
Dropped that shit off by my woe
Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
Trying to put it on the road
I'm on toes, serving shit at my shows