6 Figures

[Intro]

Damn, Dior

AJ back on that bullshlit, slime

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Not my slime, we ridin' six figures

Ain't artistic, but you get the picture

One shot at yo' head, we leavin' you simple

Live life on the edge, ain't nothin' but the middle

Give 'em an inch and they take it a mile

Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial

I'm doin' numbers, boy, check yo' dial

Say my name in a song, boy, take it down

Take dope to your home, boy, get it done

My Rollie my twin, yeah, that's my round

We havin' hoes in Atlanta Town

Yeah, these shooters smokin' more than a pound

Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop

Bust it up and iced out my clock

Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Yeah)

YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

These niggas cap, they ain't droppin' no dot

Shit, I already preached yo' demeanour (Yeah)

Tell buddy, "Say nothin'," he look like a cop (Keep talkin' that shit)

Yeah, all in LA in that Rolls (Yeah)

And we havin' hoes, suck you right out your sock (Slime)

Yeah, gun a nigga down with that chop' (Grrah)

I ain't got time for talk, choppa down with like a salt (Chop that shit down)

We put that shit down, anywhere, off (Woo)

Why? If she not a slut, she not my type (Slut)

Stand on the dash, bought her the Trackhawk (Skrrt)

Ho, it liftin' up like a bike (Vroom)

The trap got scammers and killers (Scammers and killers)

Ridin' with me everyday

Them lil' bitches salty

Yeah, we slimey, ain't shady and shiesty (Slatt)

This stick can hit like it Tyson (Slatt)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & BIG30]

Not my slime, we ridin' six figures

Ain't artistic, but, you get the picture

One shot at yo' head, we leavin' you simple

Live life on the edge, ain't nothin' but the middle

Give 'em an inch and they take it a mile

Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial

I'm doin' numbers, boy, check yo' dial

Say my name in a song, boy, take it down

Take dope to your home, boy, get it done

My Rollie my twin, yeah, that's my round

We havin' hoes in Atlanta Town

Yeah, these shooters smokin' more than a pound

Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop (Mop)

Bust it up and iced out my clock (My clock)

Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Blrrrd)

YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, slatt)

[Verse 2: BIG30]

Nineteen, stick with them coolers

Switch on the Glock, get off fast (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

I kissed the curb in that wide body Cat, she grabbed the grass

Tap the gas, she shake ass (Skrrt)

We treat Scatpack like a C-Class (A C-Class)

If I don't post pictures with money

Then my opps won't see no cash (No cash)

Try to trap on they ass

Everytime we hit they block somethin' past (Past)

Pressure, but, had to tail 'em

Tryna put some in a bag (In a bag)

From eight to eight K, mismatch ('Match)

No savin' bae, don't try ask

Turned into opp pack in my hood

He my favorite strand, he a classic

[Chorus: Lil Gotit, BIG30 & Lil Keed]

Not my slime, we ridin' six figures (Blrrrd)

Ain't gon' test it, but, you get the picture (Blrrrd)

One shot at yo' head, we leavin' you simple (Slatt, slatt)

Live life on the edge, ain't nothin' but the middle (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

Give 'em an inch and they take it a mile

Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial (Slatt)

I'm doin' numbers, boy, check yo' dial

Say my name in a song, boy, take it down (Blrrrd)

Take dope to your home, boy, get it done

My Rollie my twin, yeah, that's my round

We havin' hoes in Atlanta Town

Yeah, these shooters smokin' more than a pound

Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop

Bust it up and iced out my clock

Good sight, thirty round on a Glock

YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked