Lyrics: Namil Bridges
Music: Namil Bridges
Yeah I'm Lil 6 but I'm finna make it a hundred
I know that nigga ain't eat in a minute
But my choppa really gon' fill up his stomach
My shoota just got a drum and I'm countin' up bands
So my nigga we stay with precautions
That nigga just got a rack on his head
And he hit it so hard that he got a concussion
Don't know karate but my choppa really be punchin'
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain't the same nigga that I was two years ago
So my nigga don't think that I'm bluffin'
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned the ****in' crib
The way me and my niggas walked in that function
**** a studio. I'ma just get on the mic
Find a beat and turn that shit up on the headphones
They asking me if I still **** with that ho man
I look at his dumbass and told that boy "Hell no"
He talkin' down on me, we gon' wet his ass up
Leave his whole body red that boy lookin' like Elmo
They say that I'm wasting my ****ing potential
I'm just getting started, this only a demo
Big bag on me feelin' like a weightlift
Your ho on me, Louis V the fragrance
You not silent, really on that snake shit
Look at your diamonds, you be wearing fake shit
Shout out Carti, but I've been ridin' in that tank
Your producer, this chopper get up on your placement
Nigga wanna be on even though he ain't
Got your ho on my line, I'm findin' where her face be
Big body juggin', inside it's a mac, yeah
That nigga talk down, we turn into Ricky
I call my choppa an elderly woman
Inside of the clip it's gon' hold about fifty
I been on they mind for a minute
He got out of line, I'ma hit him with sticks, pixie
I don't got time for the games, if you playin' my bread
I put him on the screen, Disney
Walk in the spot and I'm makin' a bag
I know that nigga soft but he tough on the app
Blowin' that check then I'm makin' it back
"I knew that nigga once" then we knock off his cap
Put him in his car and we make him relax
Countin' all my bread, I'm countin' the racks
I been going up man I feel like the goat
Put him in the air and he ain't comin' back
Don't know karate but my choppa really be punchin'
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain't the same nigga that I was two years ago
So my nigga don't think that I'm bluffin'
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned the ****in' crib
The way me and my niggas walked in that function