6 min freestyle Lyrics

Had to pack my bags, bitch I'm going home

You can see my face, it look like nothing wrong

Yeah that is the only thing that I cap about

And I know these problems going to be something I laugh about

Fuck around hop up out the bed, turn my swag on

In the mafia, every thing about the cash yeah

They was talking down until I blew right past them

Don't ask what I'm toting in this tote bag yeah

I switched lanes and I ran up a whole bag yeah

Bitch I'm a gremlin, I feel like lil Kodak yeah

I ran up digits on digits, you know that

And we got bitches on bitches that throw back

And it ain't Thursday

I got niggas, pop up out the cut and do you the worst way

My boy got a blickey on his hip and he from Jersey

And you know it's big M mafia, no mercy

Hit this Christian bitch right from the back, I got her cursing

Hop up in that loud ass track hawk and I'm swerving

Hopped up in that SRT, the hellcat bitch I'm swerving

Hop up in that scat pack, bitch you know I'm swerving

Limousine, UFO, either way it go I'm swerving

They was trying to knock me off the team like Kyrie Irving

But I had a purpose

That's no cap, even though I graduated I ain't learn shit

I'm a rob the bank while his bitch causing a diversion

If you heard something about me, I bet that I got a different version

I don't even answer the phone no more unless it's urgent

Everybody getting under my skin, like a surgeon

She want to fuck on my friends, that's that bird shit

I ain't even tripping, she was two I got a third bitch

Only let her spend the night if she going to suck me early

Kicked her out the temple, I don't care if she was Shirley

Popped him like a pimple, they found out I was playing dirty

I know it sound simple, but I can't leave without my thirty

I know we was single, but that shit still had hurted me

If a nigga get to close, my dogs alerting me

If I pull out these blue notes I bet she twerk for me

Can you tell me how true love turned to a burglary

Mafia shit, all my niggas went out with perjury

Mafia shit, no we can't talk about what we talk about

Make a club show, look like I'm headlining at Rolling Loud

And I'm like fuck no, if these niggas think they can match my pockets now

I got pump inside the trunk, fuck you talking about

I get so high and get so drunk, I can't even walk around

As soon as I made it to the top, they tried to lock me out

Realize it's a movie every single time I'm popping out

I'm with niggas, don't know what you talking about when it come to body counts

I ain't fell this proud since I had a cap and gown

Coming for the billions, watch the throne I need my crown

Heard he talking down

Man that chopper loud as shit now we don't hear a sound

You don't want to know the type of niggas I keep around

They the type of niggas to walk you down right now

Like it ain't big enough for two of us inside this town

I done lost my fucking mind, I don't even know who found it

Talk down on the mafia and you end up surrounded

I don't trust a soul so I got to double count it

Bitch I'm stunting every day for niggas that had doubted me

And all these niggas is my sons, that's just how it sound to me

I guess you can't hear

I got the juice in this world, and I got drugs on a leer

I ain't showing no love until I see it's crystal clear

It ain't nothing above, I'm trying to make this my year

Yeah, trying to make this shit mine

And you know it ain't cap cause it send chills down your whole spine

Any nigga getting in my way, I'm a put a nigga in the sky

Pocket rocket got fah

Nigga better not try

I be trying not to cry

I don't even know why

I don't even know the reason

I could play more than 82 games, every day it's my season

I got on all these layers outside, it ain't even freezing

All these niggas been sleep, like route twelve in the Kanto region

They be sleep and they snore, but my pockets fat like snorlax

Fuck that, I need more racks

Couple niggas finna slide on you and ain't waiting for no floor wax

If you ain't outside and you be talking, I ignore it

I'm a fly this UFO

Like a submarine

If you talk subliminal, you better not be talking to me

I'm a tote this f&n to substitute my sub machine

Ain't no blemish on my record, I got niggas that go dumb for me

Keep it pretty cool any time that it get ugly

Keep it cool, keep it bool, man that shit ain't nothing to me

Keep a tool, keep a hundred round drum under me

Keep it true, true religion jeans on the summary

Keep it true and I'm rocking Christian, got her on her knees

I just fucked that bitch to sleep and now that girl don't want to leave

Just don't talk to much lil bitch, cause you know that's my pet peeve

I been way too geeked, I don't even know what the fuck you said

I feel like Soulja Boy, cause I hopped out the bed

Turned my swag on, and I got right to the bread

This a love letter to you and I ain't talking about Trippie Redd

I just switched my bitch out for her best friend instead

I done came a long way, my money longer than my dreads

I done came a long way, now I got three hoes and a sled

Ain't no red nose, this a red eye

I been on my ass smoking gas with a head high

Pull up what you call it, and my wallet got them dead guys