(CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shotta Flow 6
(Kio, Kio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I was done, I'm back at it again
Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bin (brr)
Slide to your man, I'ma shoot at your friend (shoot at your friend)
Knock him down and then we do it again (do it again)
Glock automatic, I changed the pin (change the pin)
Pull a carjack and we change the VIN (change the VIN)
Don't give a fuck which lane you in (yup)
Knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin (yup)
Tell 'em get low like we doin' limbo (brr)
'Cause I'm steppin' for sho', you get hit in your throat
Never aimin' at your motherfuckin' toe
That's where the tag go and I up the score
Askin' my bro is he puffin' on dro
He was tellin' me "No, it's the nigga we smoked"
I didn't know until I seen a ghost
So I called up Ghostbusters and sold him a bow
Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin' and suckin' (gaggin' and suckin')
Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin' and blushin' (laughin' and blushin')
Grabbin' my heat, I be clutchin' for nothin' (clutchin' for nothin')
Crash out elite, get to uppin' in public (uppin' in public)
Big .223 told my nigga to tuck it (brrt, brrt)
When I tell you bust it, you better start bustin'
I saw a witness, but I'm yellin' "Fuck it"
I started untuckin' and got me a bucket
Assaulted a cop when a nigga was seven
When I turned eleven, I toted a felon
My nigga was snaking, I knew I could smell it
When I'm feelin' threatened, I turn into Melly
Free Melly
One pop, we pop, we made him drop
We spinned his block, stand over tops
We never stop until our Glock go
"Pop, pop, pop" haha, click
Ayy, nigga, you know that I hit (what?)
I was up close when I splitted his shit (splitted his shit)
Banged the jit, then banged his bitch (banged his bitch)
Hunnid on it, no aim and shit (no aim and shit)
Barrel burnin', no cooling kit (no cooling kit)
Might wax, no claiming it (no claiming it)
MC with the hammer, I'm too legit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a bitch and she really too thick
She be throwin' her fits when she ain't gettin' dick (what?)
Really making me sick, but she do that one trick (what?)
When she split on that dick, got me cummin so quick (ayy, ayy)
And she suck like a tick (ayy, ayy)
And her throat like a crick (ayy, ayy)
Got me hard as a brick, so I shot me a flick (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, she my dawg like Vick
Ayy, do what I say, sit (like Sensei)
Say dick, dick, these niggas police, they just be undercover
Know how that be, it can be your own brother (fuck 'em)
Got in the gutter, start singin' like Usher
But we let it burn like you fuck with no rubber (yeah)
We let it burn like you fuck with no jimmy
My name holdin' weight, but a nigga be skinny
I'm shiesty like Pooh, but I'm not talkin' Winnie
Shoot at your committee, I'm talkin' no kizzy
Yup, no kizzy (no kizzy)
Ayy, spin on the block 'til a nigga get dizzy (brrr)
I make 'em take a seat like he was with Wendy (brrr)
Catch him at breakfast, I catch him at the club
Like DJ Envy, give him shots of Henny (shots of henny)
How many shots? I don't know, gave him plenty
I left that boy tipsy, you shouldn't offend me (brrr)
Fall in the party, I got the bitch movin' (got the bitch movin')
All in the crowd with my motherfuckin' jewelry (motherfuckin' jewelry)
Reach and I get me a trial and a jury (trial and jury)
Know I'm a rapper, I'm also security (also security)
Lil' Uzi tucked up in my Amiris (in my Amiris)
Fuckin' a groupie, she screamin' up here (up here)
Bitch was too wet 'cause I knocked on her period (knocked on her period)
She said it's the dick for me, period (period)
Greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy
Know that I'm gangster, but act like a yogi (What?)
Say you a killer, well, nigga, come show me (what, come here)
Started approachin', then he did aerobics (brrr)
So much cheese on me, I'm gettin' loaded
Put the squeeze on 'em, I left him bloated
She better on her knee, I won't sugarcoat it
She was the sidepiece but got a promotion
Glock or the Draco (Draco)
Boy, you better lay low (lay low)
Pop out when the case over (case over)
Pop out when the case closed (case closed)
Wonder where his face go (where his face go?)
Give that boy a halo (halo)
My shooter off the meds, he be tweakin' if I say so (what, yeah)
Bitch (come here)

Nigga
Ayy, ayy, 6, nigga (brrt)
Yeah, bitch (brrt)
Ayy, said I was done, I'm back at it again
Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bend

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Ryan Nerby