VI
I just came back from the six
I ride a new whip the same color my fit
I just put the drum on the glick (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, we flipping yo' whip
Throw it back, baby, come get a young nigga lit (get a young nigga lit)
These bitch niggas do anything for the clicks
I bust down my neck, and I iced out my fists
If you want to leave with me, hoe, don't take no flick
If you wanna link with me, better be on point
I'm making bands, everyone wanna hear my voice
I'm finna link with a bitch and she from Illinois
I gave up on these hoes, most of them disappoint
When I'm going through pain, I just roll up a joint
Had to run up that bag, bitch, I ain't had no choice
And I'm moving double R, no Rolls Royce
Beefing me with me nigga, that's a bold choice
I just came back from the six
I ride a new whip the same color my fit
I just put the drum on the glick (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, we flipping yo' whip
Throw it back, baby, come get a young nigga lit (get a young nigga lit)
These bitch niggas do anything for the clicks
I bust down my neck, and I iced out my fists
If you want to leave with me, hoe, don't take no flick
I ride a new whip the same color my fit
I just put the drum on the glick (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, we flipping yo' whip
Throw it back, baby, come get a young nigga lit (get a young nigga lit)
These bitch niggas do anything for the clicks
I bust down my neck, and I iced out my fists
If you want to leave with me, hoe, don't take no flick
If you wanna link with me, better be on point
I'm making bands, everyone wanna hear my voice
I'm finna link with a bitch and she from Illinois
I gave up on these hoes, most of them disappoint
When I'm going through pain, I just roll up a joint
Had to run up that bag, bitch, I ain't had no choice
And I'm moving double R, no Rolls Royce
Beefing me with me nigga, that's a bold choice
I just came back from the six
I ride a new whip the same color my fit
I just put the drum on the glick (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, we flipping yo' whip
Throw it back, baby, come get a young nigga lit (get a young nigga lit)
These bitch niggas do anything for the clicks
I bust down my neck, and I iced out my fists
If you want to leave with me, hoe, don't take no flick
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Writer(s): David Wallace, Kendall Roark Bailey, Steven Aaron Jordan
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