6 Count

Still ain't get that fucking water yo
Sliim

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, trips
That i took in a week getting pack just to flip
(Gotdamn)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, O's
Smoke six L's trying to smoke six more
Each hit made me choke
I poured out some pour up, now everything slow
Damn which way should i go
I keep my profile so low
I could live right up the road, you wouldn't even know
(Damn)
I keep my lyrics so tight and my music so fire, immaculate flow like damn
(Damn)
Where the fuck is my deal
Where the fuck is the support
(Where it at)
They say Virginia is for lovers but shit the main one that's hating, your folks
Shit fucked up so i get fucked up
Giving no shit, no fuck
Oh shit, oh fuck
Try doing shit right but it won't adding up
So fuck that shit i don't want that shit
(I don't want that shit)
And roll my shit, smoke my shit, 4, 5, 6
Work my wrist on my bitch
While she roll my weed, out my zip

And now i got

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, trips
That i took in a week getting pack just to flip
(Loud)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, O's
Smoke six L's trying to smoke six more

777

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Wait)

777

Seven crystals, seven ripped up rillos
Seven frontos filled with the weed you had in those
Even my machete made of seventeen inches
Split your shit so quick like four vicks out a zippie
(Yeah)
Yeah your money dumb like it ain't all there
(Dumb dumb)
That shit catch on slow, it ain't well aware
It's well over here, we doing well over here
You can't tell by the kicks, you can't tell by the gear
(Come on)
You can't tell by the scent that we put in the air
I don't know what else to tell you besides beware
Catch a contact high if you stand beside me
(That's true)
Killaweed shit, Kamakazi
(Oh my kei)
I ain't never been a lick
(No)
I ain't shook of shit
I want to flash what i got, I'm finna tempt them to get me
(Come on)
The team telling me to cool out, you moving too hot
I want the whole room clapped like a fucking assembly
(Everyone)
I still serve the sticks get it cheaper from the city
I never switched shit, same team riding with me
(That's true)
Everything U.G.L.Y. but the numbers and the biddies
I keep trying to count up but the business too busy

It was

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Fuck)
Another client pulling up, imma make a quick dump
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Seven)
Yo what you need, okay the same thing
(Shit)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Seven, wait)
Eight Oh Four, find me on a dirt road
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Plates, for Kei sake, after all my plays I had

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, trips
That i took in a week getting pack just to flip
(Gotdamn)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, O's
Smoke six L's trying to smoke six more

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, trips
That i took in a week getting pack just to flip
(Gotdamn)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, O's
Smoke six L's trying to smoke six more
(Like damn)



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