(Elijah, I fucking hate you)

Take a opp bitch to Gino's

And I like her toes done, just like Tarantino

I still can't trust no one, I ride with Cap and D-Lo

Told a broke bitch, "Fuck you," I feel just like CeeLo

B6 come and buck the dice game, them boys was shootin' Cee-Lo

First class on a nice plane, I'ma still take the helo

Can't catch the opps without a cap, that **** look like Ne-Yo

Need my bitch to pop, when it pop, set it off like Cleo

Ace a' up a camera, then a stick, that bitch was incognito

Watch out for 6, that **** smart, somethin' like Galileo

My migo's plug only shake hands, "Hablo inglés, amigo?"

Asked her, "Can I get one last dance?," like Jordan from the free throw

We the ones put fives on the black truck, y'all shoulda hired Dino

You might only see B6 with cheese like he was doin' keto

My vegan bitch don't like no GMO's on the spinach wrap burrito

And she asked for Don Julio, but can't drive the boat with Tito's

When I'm up, red ascot with the all-black tuxedo

**** my mom dukes know I'm goin' up, still gotta watch my ego

I can juggle two opp block hoes, Kim Possible and Shego

That shit say 6 talk with a tone, he got flirtatious lingo

'Cat sounds and tire marks, fuck 'round and dog the dingo

I think my stick missin' one piece, I feel like Don Flamingo

Trappin' 'til we sleep, then pass the ball, I'ma catch it, Ochocinco

My west side ho want shoes with wings with nothin' but lemon pepper

When the clock strikes 12, she gone like Cinderella

Your bitch think she fly, but the Shein fit only 15, do better

Yeah, my house burnt down, it was hard times, but I never stayed in shelters

I'm in my zone, know that's real, whole 'nother different sector

IMV was never known to clutch, we just shoot like projectors

If this .50 end up jamming, I'll whip out Kriss Vector

On three-way with the plug, and the grower, I'm the damn connection

She blocked me, but she hear my music everywhere, I know she mad

Her friend put on B6, like, "Damn bitch, what the hell you know 'bout that?"

I hit both them hos on separate time, now the cat's out the bag

And she got kids, I hit and go, oh no, I can't be Dad

I tried to put ten mil' in the holster, it just made me sad

We made the opps burn all they sage and tie in all they flags

308 let out a couple zigs, he tried to run in zags

By the way he act, get a Golden Globe, but I got me an award at Saks

I just pressed a button with my thumb, now he on the wall with tacks

I asked God for greater things when we was all at Zach's

I catch your lil' brother, after you diss, and he don't get no slack

I got two pockets full, to capture all the rats

Told the opps, to meet me at The Diamond, I'm swingin' all the bats

He work at Lids, **** so cap, but he ain't catch no hats

Told him, "Say cheese", then the muzzle flashed, he got his shit blew back

**** diss one time and then he gone, how the fuck did 6 do that?

I caught MZ teachin' yoga class, he'll leave him stretched on mats

He tryna see how his brother died, bet he still stressed on that

When we hit this lick, don't ball me 6, just ball me MAC

Came 'round the curb, then his shoulder swerved, all he heard was "Blatt!" (brr)