6 Pack

Yeah, uh, uh, I'm about to let it off in this bitch, this lil' Z, uh, listen, look

Bitch, where you stayin' at, turn the club I ran at

They won't cut my shit, these niggas bitches, I can sense that

I won't stop my grind till I'm rich with a six-pack

From a broken home, was feelin' like where the rent at

But hold up, I keep that rock on the low, I stack that money with my bros

Trigger squeezin', it's gon' blow, kill a season, take a soul

Bitches teasin' like some hoes, bitch, stop buggin' my phone, you do the most

On my grind every day, I can let it slip away

I just wanna drop me a tape when I see rainy days