Six Eighteen

Ring around the rosey Pocket full of bags of the gas Girl I’m with the homies Pull up with your girls make it clap Cuz you don’t gotta know me Baby I’m just tryna make you laugh Come here girl you got to show me You running miles in my head like a lap Girl That’s a lap I'm just tryna make you laugh I’m just tryna make you laugh Now baby show me where your heart is I know sometimes that I act heartless When I be gone yea it’s the hardest But babygirl you fucking with a real artist Yeaaaa Don’t be asking about no comments on my Instagram And don’t be asking bout no bitches because they all my fans The only problems that you’ll only have for me Is where your ass is gonna go shopping when I hand you bands I’m with the gang we bouta pop out Hennessy on ice I bring the shots out She don’t even drink but she gone rock out That’s my lil baby f*ck you talking bout Ring around the rosey Pocket full of bags of the gas Girl I’m with the homies Pull up with your girls make it clap Cuz you don’t gotta know me Baby I’m just tryna make you laugh Come here girl you got to show me You running miles in my head like a lap Girl That’s a lap I'm just tryna make you laugh I’m just tryna make you laugh