[Intro]

(Gelatoo)

(Elijah, I fucking hate you)

[Verse]

Take an opp bitch to Gino's

And I like her toes done, just like Tarantino

I still can't trust no one, I ride wit' Cap and D-Lo

Told a broke bitch, "Fuck you", I feel just like C-Lo

B6 come and buck the dice game, them boys was shooting Cee-Lo

First class, on the nice plane, I'ma still take the helo

Can't catch the opps without a cap, that nigga look like Ne-Yo

Need my bitch to pop, when it pop, set it off like Cleo

Ace a' up a camera, then a stick, that bitch went incognito

Watch out for 6, that nigga smart, somethin' like Galileo

My migo plug only shake hands, "Hablo inglés, amigo?"

Asked her, "Can I get one last dance?," like Jordan from the free throw

We the ones that put fives on the black trucks, y'all should've hired Dino

You might only see B6 wit' cheese, like he was doing Keto

My vegan bitch don't like no GMO's on the spinach wrap burritos

And she asked for Don Julio, but can't drive the boat wit' Tito's

When I'm up, red ascot wit' the all-black tuxedo

Nigga, my momdukes know I'm goin' up, still gotta watch my ego

I can juggle two opp bop hoes, Kim Possible and Shego

Bad shit said, "6 talk wit' a tone, he got flirtatious lingo"

'Cat sounds and tire marks, fuck 'round and dog the dingo

I think my stick missing One Piece, I feel like Don Flamingo

Trapping 'till we sleep, then pass the ball, I'ma catch a Ochocinco

My westside hoe want shoes wit' wings, wit' none but lemon-pepper

When the clock strikes 12, she gone like Cinderella

This bitch think she fly, but the Shein fit only 15, do better

Yeah, my house burned down, it was hard times, but I never stayed in shelter

I'm in my zone, know that's real, whole 'nother different sector

IMV was never known to clutch, we just shoot like projectors

If this fifty end up jamming, I’ll whip out Kriss Vector

On three way wit' the plug and the grower, I'm the damn connection

She blocked me, but she hear my music everywhere, I know she mad

Her friend put on B6, like "Damn bitch, what the hell you know 'bout that?"

I hit both them hoes on separate times, now the cat's out the bag

If she got kids, I hit and go, oh no I can't be dad

I tried to put ten mill in a holster, it just made me sag

We made the opps burn all they sage, and tie in all they flags

308 let out a couple zigs, he tried to run in zags

By the way he act, get a Golden Globe, but I got me an award at Saks

I just press a button, wit' my thumb, now he on the wall wit' tacks

I asked God for greater things when we was all at Zach's

I'll catch yo' lil' brother after you dissin', and he don't get no slack

I got two pockets full, to capture all the rats

Told the opps, to meet me at The Diamond, I'm swingin' all the bats

He work at Lids, nigga so cap, but he ain't catch no hats

Told him, "Say cheese", then the muzzle flashed, he got his shit blew back

Nigga diss one time, and then he gone, how the fuck did 6 do that?

I caught [?] teaching yoga class, he'll leave you stretched on mats

He tryna see how his brother died, bet he still stressed on that

When we hit this lick, don't ball me 6, just ball me Mack

Came 'round the curb, then his shoulder swerve, all he heard was blat