Lyrics




(1SiX)
(Yuh)
(Woo)
Just give me a minute
I be there when i'm finish
Pop a X with a vixen
We got sticks with extensions
I've been too high, I get too fly
Had her screamin out on my god
Switched the positions, I don't do sides
Got a brand new Glock
With a hairline trigger
Try to diss on 1SiX
Jefę leave you dismembered
Can't text my old eater
She know I don't miss her
I linked her anyway
She sucked on my pistol
Brownskin thing
And she look just like SZA
She called up her friend
And I watched them hoes scissor
Pop a X and a Yerk
Do my dance like P-Fizzle
5.56 put it right through your temple
Yellow tape, white chalk
He got popped like a pimple
Better keep your mouth closed
I swear it's that simple
Arching her back
While I'm grabbin' her nipples
She look good in the face
But her ass got a dimple
Play with the gang
And we gonna assemble
I don't do talkin'
We gone press the issue
Cracking four fives,
Just waiting to miss you
Mama be crying
Just grabbing some tissues
I just be high
I get fly as a pigeon
Percocet number nine
Go on a mission
Added some bodies
I love some addition
She don't suck dick
But she gone clean the dishes
When I get in my feelings
Might pop me a Roxy
I drip in high fashion
Don't need paparazzi
She a freak off them drugs
Pour tris on her body,
I feel like a god, Mr. Anunnaki
Snake in the bottle
We sippin' on saké
Step out of bounds
And we catch a free body
Too much money
Can't fit it in my pocket
Reach for my chain
Get took off like a rocket,
I beat the box
Like my name is Rocky
Balling like Kobe
I feel a little cocky
Mix the X and Yerk
I found my new hobby
Playing both sides
Send him back to the lobby
I don't want head
If it ain't gone be sloppy
Packs coming in
I'ma need me a dolly
Put a price on his price on head
Say goodbye to your family



Writer(s): 1six Quagen



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