F6ix Freestyle

I don't like talking the action is better Niggas talk beef but don't talk bout the cheddar I keep the blue faces tucked in the leather Couple new faces they smile and they smirk I don't like sneaky shit so I'm on alert Can't have my family on a shirt Big things pop so Fuego in the Birk What you know about? No food in the kitchen Me and bro like Jordan and Scottie Pippen swish If he say it's up then I'm with it You know we don't miss When it's overtime I got to grind Fuego ball with a bliss The diamonds dance see the shine You not my timing little bitch Pose for the flick See the money I add it up Flexing that pack now you mad as fuck Claiming you get to the bag, it ain't adding up Going from riches to rags, guess you out of luck I'm with your wifey she like me she bad as fuck Balling like Nike I know that y'all had enough These niggas shiesty I tell them to pack it up Talking that shit but you know you can't back it up She hit my line baby told me she feeling me Quarter to nine smoking cookie it's healing me These niggas trash played out like Amiri jeans Days in the A mixing wock with the Faygo She like the buss down I like the draco I be on demon timing with a halo Stay low, if he a stain then we double back Get to the bag then we double that Can't fuck up the play I ain't fumble that Remember the time I was low, had to save for a nick Now I buss down a O I could buss down a brick VVS Floss I could buss down ya bitch Have that hoe bust down this dick I was in middle school hitting licks Tried to flip nicks it wasn't my shit Tryna fuck but that wasn't my bitch These niggas police and pigs why snitch Jack you blood now you crip why switch Loyalty over the snakes they hiss Niggas backwards they cross no criss VVS diamonds they floss in the pick Call up Vick when I need some migraine Talking slick when we slide we play mind games Bro got sticks the opps playing eye games But they pussy guess they need some shades All these young niggas wanna get paid But they don't wanna put in the work Tryna chase a bag but you in ya Birk Claim you got it popping but ya pockets hurt Shush! When we ride out, no rehearse B24s on my feet when I step on the dirt Fucking with me gone leave you in the hearse We hit the dash Flammo gang on alert Skuuuuurrrrrt Hear that engine it purr We smoking pain while the opps looking hurt Get to the bag before I reach the dirt