Six ft. The Cosmix

I said get the fuck out of my face, I'm runnin' this beat like a track race

And you know that we stayin' up late, uh, yeah, I'm makin' her back ache

And you know that we skin him a fade, no talkin', man, what you gon' say

Gettin' money in six different ways, I'm laughing in straight to the bank

I'm floatin' space

Punch god, man, what did you say

And no you're not safe

We a gun squad, we know you're afraid

Gunshot, I'm crackin' her fade

I get money, y'all know I get paid

Took your bitch right out on a date