[Intro]
Big 6, n***a (Classic)
Every time, I nut and leave, n***a, mhm
Yeah

[Verse]
I don't need no n***a, don't fuck with ho n***as
Got bro with me, he off of four Skittles
Drop shit, you on big opp shit, yeah, I expose n***as
Took street money, turned that to P money like I got Coach with us
R.I.P. GiGi, miss my n***a Lo, he beat that road with it
Hit MD, they goin' for the high, I want the whole ticket
I dare a n***a come reach for my chain, I got big pole with me
Feel this Rollie on me freeze up like the cold or it got snow in it
Yeah, plus ain't no ho with me
We up that score, n***a, hit your city and snatch a soul in it
You hang with n***as you know dropped your mans, these n***as whole bitches
Won't let a fuck n***a fuck up my plans, I ain't go no feelings
We'll take that shit up off your neck
Fuck about your strap, you in my hood, bitch, quit throwin' up your set, yeah
N***a reach, I'm throwin' up big TEC
Just counted up a check and we got now, don't give a fuck about who next, yeah
Fuck rap, I'm really up some shit
And it's just me and gang, so don't ask me about no n***a you don't see me with, yeah
Car and house, this shit up on my wrist
So much water, now that I think about it, shit, I should've went to Flint, ayy
Pussy good, I put her on the kit
5K on the 'fit, you n***as pussy, thirty racks on your whole clique, yeah
I'm still on probation for that stick
I asked lil' gang what he wanted to sign, he said just put him on the lick
(Iced Up Records)
Bitch, I got new money, that pink and blue money
Count two hundred, that's clearly too money
I'm sick of n***as, done killed all your guys and y'all ain't do nothin'
They still ain't blew nothin', we dropped shit, I ain't gotta prove nothin', n***a
[Outro]
That's on the gang, lil' n***a
I ain't gotta prove nothin' to these n***as
Keep runnin', keep it runnin', 2 Side
We on
My n***a Von on the beat, Drank God, Robbin Season 2, bitch
What?