6 Figures (feat. Kidd Kritical) [Remix]

Yo

Ayy man is Kritical, motherfucker,

Wallah

Yo, **** wanna run around, but I ain't a sprinter

Messin' with your other ho, messin' with your sister

Then I'm messin' with your mama, better take some pictures

The oppas really wonder why I pull the blicky trigger

They said you wanna take a round, she a stick figure

I Blow it out the window, you can smell that gas linger

You wanna hear a homie yell, but I ain't a preacher

She said I never done before, so I gotta teach her

I can't resist it, and every single time you wanna come around the business

This Glock 19, ski mask with no witness

I'm sprayin' all these hollow tips, I light it up like Christmas

And then I take your girl, yeah, I'm fuckin' on your missus

It's a push to start, yeah, watch me skirt away

Your girl hit my line, yeah, she really wanna stay

Takin' lots of pills, but you know I'm okay

Alice in the Wonderland, yeah, I came here to play

Women goin' up in a hole then back down,

Flyin' overseas in a jet, I'm duck bound

**** be afraid they some pussies to gun sounds

You can tell I'm makin' this paper for my allowance

Bumpin' Kritical on the speakers, it's so loud

I've been workin' up on this music, I'm big proud

Do this shit with passion, I stand up for my ground

Gettin' up and passin' these ****, they back down

I know it's hard,

I'ma do it till I die, ain't no regards

I'ma live up to my name, I'm goin' far

Baby girl, you're lookin' so damn fine today

You know I can spit up on these bars

Poppin' bottles in the back of my car

I can take you to the moon or to Mars

Baby, please, don't you walk away

Poppin' all these bottles, goin' hard

Ain't easy, uh, it ain't easy, bein' me

Six fingers, K, count my money, that's my salary

They see my plaques up on the wall, they say that it's my gallery

I told them, walk around and turn around, I told them, flatter me

They see me like it's clear, like it's HD 4K, AK, bitch, this is my AK

Let it spray out, let the chopper rang

Fourth quarter shawty, let the chopper bang

Trust one, bust one if you a weasel, uh

No trust up in this world, it's full of evil, uh

Yeah, weapon if you testin' and it's lethal

Get fired on the job just like a desert eagle, uh

Run around, shut em' down, bitches, now it's peaceful

Don't bum around, fill em' up just like its Diesel