Lyrics: Thomas Betancur
Music: Thomas Betancur
I'm not puttin' up with this shit (Shit)
Hop out boy get hit (Hit)
Empty out my clip (Clip)
Pop out brand new whip (Whip)
Pop out let's go clip for clip
Pop out let's go bitch for bitch
Racks out I got brand new fits
Bitch built like a pint of Tris
I might give this bitch a kiss
Grandma used to pshh, huh, grandma used to flippin' bricks
I used to have counterfeit, now I count on expensive fits
Noddin' off at Nobu, now my LV jacket stained with shrimp
Different bitch, my mama raised a simp, I made myself a pimp
I got bitches boyfriend mad at they hoe "How they know 'bout Six?"
Plead the fifth, my partner just got killed, now whole gang movin' stiff
Step inside my shoes you'll see the truth of just how hard it gets
I shoulda known that hoe wasn't shit when she talm' 'bout she celibate
Way these hoes come back and spin the block I might just sell the dick
I don't like the way he bang the door, might just not let him in
My twin don't know 'bout shit, he in Saks Fifth talm' 'bout "Where Vetements?"
I'm not puttin' up with this shit (Shit)
Hop out boy get hit (Hit)
Empty out my clip (Clip)
Pop out brand new whip (Whip)
Pop out let's go clip for clip
Pop out let's go bitch for bitch
Racks out I got brand new fits
Bitch built like a pint of Tris
I might give this bitch a kiss
Grandma used to pshh, huh, grandma used to flippin' bricks
I used to have counterfeit, now I count on expensive fits
Noddin' off at Nobu, now my LV jacket stained with shrimp
Vocals: sixbill