Six Figures ft. Double A Lyrics

(Nah, nah, nah)

(But I'm not ready to go)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Let's go

Yea we're in the trap

Y'all been fumbling with the sack

Better keep it in control, if not y'all might get whacked

When you playing with the money, yea you better just think twice

When you comin' up all short, you was playing with your life

With your life I roll the dice, I'm pulling up with all this spice

With all the heaters, all the rugers, know them glockies shootin' nice

I'm comin' up, we're up to something

Spin the block we're out all night

We never fight, we pull the pipes

We probably turning out your lights

Yea these bitches in my DMs just my hoes, but I'm they Romeo

I pull up with my demons ain't no games, nah this ain't Sony bro

You lyin' like a bitch so you get stretched might be Pinocchio

I'm flying in the whip and drift the bend like we in Tokyo

You know me bro

This Tommy got some Power, let it go and then I'm goin' Ghost

This Drake gon' get to singing they ask "who?" but it ain't OVO

You fuck with Double A and JTF gon' pull up toe-to-toe

It have u leavin' with a bullet overdose

Get the bag that's six figures

When we pull up, three glocks, three rugers, six triggers

Hit all of yo homies make ya mans body bag zip up

When the choppa blast split 'em

Watch the numbers grow I'm the fuckin' moneybag sitter

Wesson is the brush and you the canvas it's a bad picture

Mixing all that purple and the orange yea this the gas mixture

Once I get to speaking on that beat I pour a rap scripture

Look at how my pockets be obese I got my stacks thicker

(Bitch)

(Squeezy)

(JTF)

(Ah ah)