F6ix Freestyle
I don't like talking the action is better
Niggas talk beef but don't talk bout the cheddar
I keep the blue faces tucked in the leather
Couple new faces they smile and they smirk
I don't like sneaky shit so I'm on alert
Can't have my family on a shirt
Big things pop so Fuego in the Birk
What you know about? No food in the kitchen
Me and bro like Jordan and Scottie Pippen swish
If he say it's up then I'm with it
You know we don't miss
When it's overtime I got to grind
Fuego ball with a bliss
The diamonds dance see the shine
You not my timing little bitch
Pose for the flick
See the money I add it up
Flexing that pack now you mad as fuck
Claiming you get to the bag, it ain't adding up
Going from riches to rags, guess you out of luck
I'm with your wifey she like me she bad as fuck
Balling like Nike I know that y'all had enough
These niggas shiesty I tell them to pack it up
Talking that shit but you know you can't back it up
She hit my line baby told me she feeling me
Quarter to nine smoking cookie it's healing me
These niggas trash played out like Amiri jeans
Days in the A mixing wock with the Faygo
She like the buss down I like the draco
I be on demon timing with a halo
Stay low, if he a stain then we double back
Get to the bag then we double that
Can't fuck up the play I ain't fumble that
Remember the time I was low, had to save for a nick
Now I buss down a O I could buss down a brick
VVS Floss I could buss down ya bitch
Have that hoe bust down this dick
I was in middle school hitting licks
Tried to flip nicks it wasn't my shit
Tryna fuck but that wasn't my bitch
These niggas police and pigs why snitch
Jack you blood now you crip why switch
Loyalty over the snakes they hiss
Niggas backwards they cross no criss
VVS diamonds they floss in the pick
Call up Vick when I need some migraine
Talking slick when we slide we play mind games
Bro got sticks the opps playing eye games
But they pussy guess they need some shades
All these young niggas wanna get paid
But they don't wanna put in the work
Tryna chase a bag but you in ya Birk
Claim you got it popping but ya pockets hurt
Shush! When we ride out, no rehearse
B24s on my feet when I step on the dirt
Fucking with me gone leave you in the hearse
We hit the dash Flammo gang on alert
Skuuuuurrrrrt
Hear that engine it purr
We smoking pain while the opps looking hurt
Get to the bag before I reach the dirt
Niggas talk beef but don't talk bout the cheddar
I keep the blue faces tucked in the leather
Couple new faces they smile and they smirk
I don't like sneaky shit so I'm on alert
Can't have my family on a shirt
Big things pop so Fuego in the Birk
What you know about? No food in the kitchen
Me and bro like Jordan and Scottie Pippen swish
If he say it's up then I'm with it
You know we don't miss
When it's overtime I got to grind
Fuego ball with a bliss
The diamonds dance see the shine
You not my timing little bitch
Pose for the flick
See the money I add it up
Flexing that pack now you mad as fuck
Claiming you get to the bag, it ain't adding up
Going from riches to rags, guess you out of luck
I'm with your wifey she like me she bad as fuck
Balling like Nike I know that y'all had enough
These niggas shiesty I tell them to pack it up
Talking that shit but you know you can't back it up
She hit my line baby told me she feeling me
Quarter to nine smoking cookie it's healing me
These niggas trash played out like Amiri jeans
Days in the A mixing wock with the Faygo
She like the buss down I like the draco
I be on demon timing with a halo
Stay low, if he a stain then we double back
Get to the bag then we double that
Can't fuck up the play I ain't fumble that
Remember the time I was low, had to save for a nick
Now I buss down a O I could buss down a brick
VVS Floss I could buss down ya bitch
Have that hoe bust down this dick
I was in middle school hitting licks
Tried to flip nicks it wasn't my shit
Tryna fuck but that wasn't my bitch
These niggas police and pigs why snitch
Jack you blood now you crip why switch
Loyalty over the snakes they hiss
Niggas backwards they cross no criss
VVS diamonds they floss in the pick
Call up Vick when I need some migraine
Talking slick when we slide we play mind games
Bro got sticks the opps playing eye games
But they pussy guess they need some shades
All these young niggas wanna get paid
But they don't wanna put in the work
Tryna chase a bag but you in ya Birk
Claim you got it popping but ya pockets hurt
Shush! When we ride out, no rehearse
B24s on my feet when I step on the dirt
Fucking with me gone leave you in the hearse
We hit the dash Flammo gang on alert
Skuuuuurrrrrt
Hear that engine it purr
We smoking pain while the opps looking hurt
Get to the bag before I reach the dirt
Credits
Writer(s): Damani Felton
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