Six 4 Dreams Ramirez

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac

[Verse 1]
Ayy, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knockin' bass and I'm packing C-notes
You know my stilo, sippin' forties with pimps and kinfolks
Steppin' in the function with Alizé and a brand new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I've been sold up a game that motherfuckers can't hang with
Them neighbors creased up, open mouth, them gold teefus
Don't be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
They is swingin' off the curb, my bond is my fucking word
Blood is thicker than water but water quenchin' in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, the streets is gettin' too cold
As I stand on my toes, grip on the forty-four

[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac