6 Figures (feat. BIG30 & Lil Keed)

(Damn, Dior) (AJ back on that bullshlit, slime) 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, 30 round on a Glock (yeah) YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (talk to 'em) 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) 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, 30 round on a Glock (blrrrd) YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, slatt) 19, 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) Foenem post picture 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 favourite strand, he a classic 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, 30 round on a Glock YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked