Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin' tags, you know we not stressin' Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexin' Car goin' fast, I hope I don't wreck it Get the racks, but that ain't my checks If you not bad you can't come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin' shit just like we Tekken Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy Yeah I'm drippin', I'm the freshest [?] the lil jit like he precious And I'm havin' this shit, I'm not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End I made the money stretch from the West End to the East Side They know what I'm bangin', I'm crip dawg Got some bloods hanging at the beehive That big shit ain't nothin', I'm ready lil nigga We tryna bury a nigga I put the dick in the stick, made a porno Tiger don't miss with the shot, he like Rondo We tryna go in your shit, it's a kick door Don't need no maga bitch I want a rich ho Throwing forwards but I'm running with 1'5 Nigga try the gang, everyone die Got the money so forever we ball Glizzys with the dick, we fuck 'em all I'm in the 6, I be fuckin' with Mal He get the word and he knock 'em off Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin' tags, you know we not stressin' Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexin' Car goin' fast, I hope I don't wreck it Get the racks, but that ain't my checks If you not bad you can't come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin' shit just like we Tekken Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy Yeah I'm drippin', I'm the freshest [?] the lil jit like he precious And I'm havin' this shit, I'm not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End Money stretched out down from Candler to West End I can't go back and forth lil bitch, I want that Becky I did a show, they just paid me a nifty Had it wrapped right tight, it was nothin' but blue hundreds I take a charge for my dawgs, I'm like Vicky She the pressed Chromeharts 'cause my bitch is too picky Keep one in the hand 'cause these niggas play tricky Keep Four Pockets Full like I come from Oakland City Yeah we flexin', no we not stressin' Bitch was trippin', she started makin' some blessings Poppin' tags, I just went to Jeffries My diamonds dance 'cause I went to Fezzy Get the head, fuck on your lil sister Bend her over, you know I don't kiss her Pull her hair while I grab on my pistol First I get the racks then I put it in checking Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin' tags, you know we not stressin' Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexin' Car goin' fast, I hope I don't wreck it Get the racks, but that ain't my checks If you not bad you can't come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin' shit just like we Tekken Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy Yeah I'm drippin', I'm the freshest [?] the lil jit like he precious And I'm havin' this shit, I'm not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End