[Intro]
(Seven99)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Is it Givenxhy?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
(Woah)
[Verse]
Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask, [?] put his ass to the floor (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend while you whippin' 'round in a Honda Accord (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Me and the gang went shoppin', I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
She think I want a relation, but I only hit that hoe up when I'm bored (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I blow up, but I'm not Lil Tecca (Woah)
On my grind, man, I never quit [?] it (Woah, woah, woah)
Choppa handle you light like a feather (Woah)
Chill with Nas, soak you niggas in ketchup (Woah, woah, woah)
Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup (Woah)
Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up (Woah, woah, woah)
Want a partner, then you gotta tell somethin'
All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
They bе like, "Lil 600, you next in"
I be stеady applyin' the pressure
They be like, "I know niggas that's better than you"
I be like, "Well, let's go ahead and chase 'em"
If you look at my stash, shit, I got a milli' in it, yeah, well, I think that's impressive
Take a look at my IG, yeah, I know that you might see that I'm really highly respected
In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one
They all look at me like it's a damn competition, but really, I'm just havin' fun
I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young
They like, "600, how you so intelligent with it?" Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (Yo), ok
I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls, but they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil
Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is, I'm feelin' like YB and Cordae
I'm livin' the suite life, I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main nigga Cody
I don't listen to Youngboy but you know my Slime and my Slatt, nigga, I know that you not my brody
I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship
XD-45, finna give him a facelift
He tryna be in my circle but I don't do new friends, so you better give me a payment
He talk down and we put his ass in the pavement
That nigga livelihood startin' to cave in
The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted
I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited, huh
I waited to get where I am now
Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit and I ain't never been given a handout
Slump, 600, Tec, and Sosa, I feel like the man now
I ain't never been in the army, we hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down
(Seven99)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Is it Givenxhy?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
(Woah)
[Verse]
Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask, [?] put his ass to the floor (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend while you whippin' 'round in a Honda Accord (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Me and the gang went shoppin', I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
She think I want a relation, but I only hit that hoe up when I'm bored (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I blow up, but I'm not Lil Tecca (Woah)
On my grind, man, I never quit [?] it (Woah, woah, woah)
Choppa handle you light like a feather (Woah)
Chill with Nas, soak you niggas in ketchup (Woah, woah, woah)
Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup (Woah)
Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up (Woah, woah, woah)
Want a partner, then you gotta tell somethin'
All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
They bе like, "Lil 600, you next in"
I be stеady applyin' the pressure
They be like, "I know niggas that's better than you"
I be like, "Well, let's go ahead and chase 'em"
If you look at my stash, shit, I got a milli' in it, yeah, well, I think that's impressive
Take a look at my IG, yeah, I know that you might see that I'm really highly respected
In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one
They all look at me like it's a damn competition, but really, I'm just havin' fun
I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young
They like, "600, how you so intelligent with it?" Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (Yo), ok
I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls, but they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil
Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is, I'm feelin' like YB and Cordae
I'm livin' the suite life, I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main nigga Cody
I don't listen to Youngboy but you know my Slime and my Slatt, nigga, I know that you not my brody
I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship
XD-45, finna give him a facelift
He tryna be in my circle but I don't do new friends, so you better give me a payment
He talk down and we put his ass in the pavement
That nigga livelihood startin' to cave in
The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted
I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited, huh
I waited to get where I am now
Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit and I ain't never been given a handout
Slump, 600, Tec, and Sosa, I feel like the man now
I ain't never been in the army, we hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down
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