My 6
Ratchet on my six,
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
Stay lowkey and the check gon' flip
The cash X2, and the bag on brinks
The hoes get loose and the wife don't bitch
Wait hold up, who ringing this phone
I got my ex on the line, well shit
The check gon' shoot, and the bank gon' swish
I pick up that call like "new phone, who this"
Old people hop back in your life
Take that put some flex in your life
Them niggas you with gon'
Them niggas you with gon' fold, gon' switch
Don't be on that
Just look in that shoebox close
Keep enemies closer than friends
Never know what they on when it come to that money involved, it's sticky and shit
Now that phone getting busy
When you bring that money along, this shit gon' change
Do this shit but the shit don't phase me
Still pushing, I float like daisies
Spinning the wheel with a rock on my arm this shit get lazy
Yeah, and I'm finna vibe, hold on
I'm finna slide
Pull up on me, I'ma be with the guys
Don't understand how I'm stepping, my nigga surprise
Like hold up, I'm settin' him up
He wanna roll out with me and the guys
That nigga ain't jiggy enough
We doing this shit
How we steppin', heh
Ratchet on my six,
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
Still on road, my shit got fixed
I run that black on black XI down 401, shit make me sick
I'm doing like 250, oh shit, lights
Speedin' up, shit quick
I still be cutting up in this traffic, ain't no brakes, I'm switching this shit
I'm in these fancy clothes, I switch it, strike a pose
My fashion be on that model shit, this Rick O
Ain't no 23, no stylist
Bitch, it's 73 everywhere I go
Still slice and dice
I wine and dine on my expensive shit, I want, I get the shit
She don't wear Fashion Nova
She want Chanel, she get Dior, she got expensive odour
You talk for free and she ain't talking
When she coming over, chip on her shoulder
When we fuck, she sit that pinky ring up on my face
It feel like Minnesota with that
Ratchet on my six,
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
Stay lowkey and the check gon' flip
The cash X2, and the bag on brinks
The hoes get loose and the wife don't bitch
Wait hold up, who ringing this phone
I got my ex on the line, well shit
The check gon' shoot, and the bank gon' swish
I pick up that call like "new phone, who this"
Old people hop back in your life
Take that put some flex in your life
Them niggas you with gon'
Them niggas you with gon' fold, gon' switch
Don't be on that
Just look in that shoebox close
Keep enemies closer than friends
Never know what they on when it come to that money involved, it's sticky and shit
Now that phone getting busy
When you bring that money along, this shit gon' change
Do this shit but the shit don't phase me
Still pushing, I float like daisies
Spinning the wheel with a rock on my arm this shit get lazy
Yeah, and I'm finna vibe, hold on
I'm finna slide
Pull up on me, I'ma be with the guys
Don't understand how I'm stepping, my nigga surprise
Like hold up, I'm settin' him up
He wanna roll out with me and the guys
That nigga ain't jiggy enough
We doing this shit
How we steppin', heh
Ratchet on my six,
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
Still on road, my shit got fixed
I run that black on black XI down 401, shit make me sick
I'm doing like 250, oh shit, lights
Speedin' up, shit quick
I still be cutting up in this traffic, ain't no brakes, I'm switching this shit
I'm in these fancy clothes, I switch it, strike a pose
My fashion be on that model shit, this Rick O
Ain't no 23, no stylist
Bitch, it's 73 everywhere I go
Still slice and dice
I wine and dine on my expensive shit, I want, I get the shit
She don't wear Fashion Nova
She want Chanel, she get Dior, she got expensive odour
You talk for free and she ain't talking
When she coming over, chip on her shoulder
When we fuck, she sit that pinky ring up on my face
It feel like Minnesota with that
Ratchet on my six,
This mic 200, still I spit expensive on this shit
Ain't put no ketchup on this glizzy
I got red up on that stick
Shit
Sahbabii said we pull up with a, heh
We let it, heh, uh
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