[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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 fuckin' crib the way me and my niggas walked in that function

[Break]

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[Verse 2]

Fuck 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 fuck 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 fucking 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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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 fuckin' crib the way me and my niggas walked in that function

[Outro]

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