600 (feat. Lul D & Yago)

What's hannin' Ikey What's hannin' Darius What's hannin' Yago Yeah you know we up now bruh f*ck all that other shit F*ck these brothas and these sistas hatin' don't wanna see us shine yeah We on now let's go Lets get Yb she in the deep end Buddy over there he tweakin' He think that his bitch wont leave him I'ma take her for the weekend ain't no reason I'm rolling down sunrise high as f*ck while cheesin' She ain't got no teeth in I swear all I hit is cheekage I keep a couple casual bands just for the evening Balling hard like Headband Mello I bring the cheese in Every time they playing this song it bring the freaks in I told her she ain't coming alone need at least 3 friends I'm just a southside hustlah Drip hard like gunna I'ma hot nigga but my game cold like Tundra She ride me like a hummer but I can never love her Told the bitch I need 5 like a Muslim They wasn't on tip when I ain't had nothin' now the tables done turned I'm the one they tryna suck up I been 150 for 3 years but I gained hella weight Medina not a liar and he said that he could levitate I buss and shawty kept suckin' but ill take the extra face No this ain't my dad money this apply the pressure pape Gold USA got my fingers looking like Saturn I was trippin' off the bitch then realized that she didn't matter I couldn't text the bitch because the wood hit back faster R.I.P Boogie used to be #FREEHIM till its said backwards A bathing ape a pound of grapes and a bitch named Kate I set the stakes right there cause i cant make a mistake She got her back realigned told her have a good day Dumb ignorant dirty bitch and you know she from the A Dumb bitch from Sicily took me to Italy I think her name was Celestine Fucked the bitch so good the dick so good she couldn't remember me Cooking in the lab and they wanna know the recipe Broke is all up in your blood my nigga its a recessive gene Brotha shooting over there I hope he brought an extra tee Chopper get to speakin' shells all on my toes I call this bitch adidas always keep like 3 rolled Ima hit her up in the load ain't no way she comin' home Bottom 8 look like chrome I cant wait till my dawg home I drop buckets on her chin all I do is win Everybody way too low I'm way too high up for that shit And I know my bitch bad I couldn't find a finer bitch Put the game up in my hand I am umpire in this bitch Treat the bitch like garbage and treat the streets like a garbage can I sold a nigga 7 Gs of raw it was partially sand I know my cousin bored he hit a liq on a Target van You know what I do when I gotta P I hit the Potty Dance One look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to f*ck whites She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by the night This nigga pockets hella dry like a pack of some rice How I make her pussy wet but this bitch still up in dry-fit Y'all be gossiping like feds I can't be fucking with no dry snitch This year I got my bands up I'm so proud and handsome Sometimes I be childish need a P might throw a tantrum