Six lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm-hmm (Top dog)
Hmm, hmm, hmm (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy, top dog sh*t (Yeah-yeah)
Ha, ha, ha (Yeah-yeah)
n*gga my kids, n*gga my son (Yeah-yeah)
(Tee)
They wanna be a top dog, they wanna be a top dog so bad (Can't get it in)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm cuttin' sh*t up
Walk in the spot and I'm f*ckin' sh*t up
Get to a check, yeah I'm runnin' sh*t up
Act like a b*tch and we gunnin' him up
New ALYX sh*t cost a hunnid and one
Caught him down bad, where that b*tch tryna run? (Yeah)
Talk down on gang, send that b*tch to the sun
f*ck with old hoes, yeah my b*tch got a son
Just tryna f*ck on that b*tch then I'm done
Smokin' on gas, yeah this sh*t got me dumb
[?]
Don't say a word, 'cause I put n*ggas on
Walk in to Saks, gettin' different designs
Ain't claimin' that b*tch, that hoe isn't mine
I walk 'round with sticks, he losin' his mind
Yeah, I'm with Lil 6, I stay with a .9
[Verse]
Haha, but I ain't a rat
Whole lotta G's, I stay with a MAC
Oh, you want a feat? b*tch, I'm finna tax
I'm shootin' from deep, I'm shootin' from back
My shooters discreet, don't know where they at
I pull up four-deep, we runnin' a flat
Oh, you want he smoke? Bet, we can do that
I stay with a pole, but I'm not a stripper
f*ck n*gga get cut, ain't usin' them scissors
My pockets on fat, they unhealthy, n*gga
I'm smokin' on gas, but still healthy, n*gga
When I was down bad, no one helped me, n*gga
She not tryna f*ck, I'm f*ckin' her sister
I got in my bag, then f*cked up the system
I spend a lil' bag, just to get my wrist in
Uh, yeah
I'm the one started this sh*t, I'ma finish it (Yeah-yeah)
[?]
Suck me up, I ain't even tryna hit it
If you ain't even makin' money, better quit it
f*ck n*gga caught the bullets like a mitt
I pull up, f*ck that hoe, and then I dip
I don't got say the rest, you get the gist
You hatin', go to a bridge, and do a jump
I ain't the three or two, b*tch I'm the one
Money so f*ckin' tall, b*tch, it can dunk
Caught a opp lackin', b*tch, I'm gettin' [?]
Keep tryna take pictures, f*ck a photo dump
Up the score, and the oppa b*tches, four to none
Glock on me, heat him up like Florida sun
I ain't tellin' feds sh*t, they searchin' for the gun (Yeah-yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm cuttin' sh*t up
Walk in the spot and I'm f*ckin' sh*t up
Get to a check, yeah I'm runnin' sh*t up
Act like a b*tch and we gunnin' him up
New ALYX sh*t cost a hunnid and one
Caught him down bad, where that b*tch tryna run? (Yeah)
Talk down on gang, send that b*tch to the sun
f*ck with old hoes, yeah my b*tch got a son
Just tryna f*ck on that b*tch then I'm done
Smokin' on gas, yeah this sh*t got me dumb
[?]
Don't say a word, 'cause I put n*ggas on
Walk in to Saks, gettin' different designs
Ain't claimin' that b*tch, that hoe isn't mine
I walk 'round with sticks, he losin' his mind
Yeah, I'm with Lil 6, I stay with a .9

[Outro]
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