[Intro]
9c6t2, you hard as fuck, nigga
[Verse 1]
I pour my drank in that drink (Oh yeah)
I do what I do 'cause you can't
Light 'em up, I leave 'em red like some paint
Talkin' down, we sendin' shots to your face
Run me, like what could happen? (Yeah-yeah)
Run for that bag like an athlete
I got him runnin', no track meet ([?] no track meet)
She fuckin' with me for the clout (Yeah)
I put my dick in her mouth
Heard you want smoke, nigga, what you about? (Bitch)
Get to the bag without a doubt (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to blow, I'ma leave 'em like "How"
My money big, yeah, it be like a cow
I'm getting money on God, I'm like "Wow"
Fuck all the niggas who doubt (Okay, okay)
Came for the bag, now she gotta get out
I know I'ma make it, I follow my route (Yeah, yeah)
[Refrain]
7.62s shootin' shit like some hockey (Yeah)
Fuckin' on a bad Puerto Ric', she call me "Papi"
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the greatest, that's why these niggas can't top me (Me)
[Verse 2]
Run to the bag and I get it
Slide on that bitch then I'm gettin' her digits (Woah, woah)
I spin his block, yeah, I spin it like fidgets
Pop out a gun, like, "Nigga, is you with it?" (Yeah)
You don't want the smoke, you need to quit it
If you want a bag, nigga, get it
Put down a VVS all on my wrist
I'm tryna fuck, you cannot get a kiss
Got a suppressor, my choppa gon' hiss
Smokin' on Runtz and I'm sippin' on Tris (Yeah)
Slid on his block and that's why I didn't miss (Yeah-yeah)
Whippin' that puddle, boy, look at my wrist (Yeah)
These niggas know they be throwin' a fit
Top a nigga and you gon' get me some gifts (Bitch)
It's time to go, bitch, you better not forget
It's time to go, but these niggas ain't know (Yeah-yeah)
I think he mad 'cause I'm fuckin' his ho
He think he tough, nigga, send me the low
I'm never lackin', I walk with a pole
Run up on me, I'ma let the bitch blow (Let the bitch blow)
Run up on me, I'ma let the bitch go
Run up on me, bitch, I'm uppin' the score
9c6t2, you hard as fuck, nigga
[Verse 1]
I pour my drank in that drink (Oh yeah)
I do what I do 'cause you can't
Light 'em up, I leave 'em red like some paint
Talkin' down, we sendin' shots to your face
Run me, like what could happen? (Yeah-yeah)
Run for that bag like an athlete
I got him runnin', no track meet ([?] no track meet)
She fuckin' with me for the clout (Yeah)
I put my dick in her mouth
Heard you want smoke, nigga, what you about? (Bitch)
Get to the bag without a doubt (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to blow, I'ma leave 'em like "How"
My money big, yeah, it be like a cow
I'm getting money on God, I'm like "Wow"
Fuck all the niggas who doubt (Okay, okay)
Came for the bag, now she gotta get out
I know I'ma make it, I follow my route (Yeah, yeah)
[Refrain]
7.62s shootin' shit like some hockey (Yeah)
Fuckin' on a bad Puerto Ric', she call me "Papi"
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the greatest, that's why these niggas can't top me (Me)
[Verse 2]
Run to the bag and I get it
Slide on that bitch then I'm gettin' her digits (Woah, woah)
I spin his block, yeah, I spin it like fidgets
Pop out a gun, like, "Nigga, is you with it?" (Yeah)
You don't want the smoke, you need to quit it
If you want a bag, nigga, get it
Put down a VVS all on my wrist
I'm tryna fuck, you cannot get a kiss
Got a suppressor, my choppa gon' hiss
Smokin' on Runtz and I'm sippin' on Tris (Yeah)
Slid on his block and that's why I didn't miss (Yeah-yeah)
Whippin' that puddle, boy, look at my wrist (Yeah)
These niggas know they be throwin' a fit
Top a nigga and you gon' get me some gifts (Bitch)
It's time to go, bitch, you better not forget
It's time to go, but these niggas ain't know (Yeah-yeah)
I think he mad 'cause I'm fuckin' his ho
He think he tough, nigga, send me the low
I'm never lackin', I walk with a pole
Run up on me, I'ma let the bitch blow (Let the bitch blow)
Run up on me, I'ma let the bitch go
Run up on me, bitch, I'm uppin' the score
( imnotDayy )
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