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Imma kick that shit that these boys like to hear Diamonds on me, dancin' like a chandelier Bitch, don't you see me standing here I'm fresher than a mannequin Suzy go runnin' through commas I get a check and a bonus Thumbing, finessing through hunnids Thumbing, finessing through hunnids My momma say I'm two hunnids Lions and snakes in a jungle My city feel my struggle Animosity feeding my hunger Knocking shit door like it's me again Balling out, put me on CSN I could never be obedient I got all the ingredients Wait, hold up Bank, can't fold up Drank, my soda Out the park like Sosa Do this shit for my culture Come here baby, I'll coach ya I ain't talking no babies My sound is ultra I'm just barely getting over I got mouths to feed Letras de cancionesThese boys okay Ain't got nothing on me Ain't got nothing on me Ain't got nothing on me Wop, wop, OG Top spot, my seat Looking at my competition Don't nothing move without my permission My flow consistent I over did it, I go ballistic I rode the rhythm with no collisions Type of flow that might go the distance How that boy so cold from Richmond When my chain olympics, cause it's multicolored White and yellow go gold together My necklace interracial My city is inspirational I'm at the top, just like fellatio Candy my paint Heartbreak the Gang I smoke the gas every day But when I smoke [?] take me to space I ride around to the face Straight to the neck Thirty, pay for my set Drake, mine for the [?] Name carry weight, I need all of it Not a set less Even when I'm on break, I do interviews That's bench press I'm fly like insects I'm a person of interest Really hate when the family tryna fuck me over, that's incest Woke up, out of cold sweat Big dog, gotta go get For that paper, I'm a Labrador If I see that shit, Imma go fetch This shit too easy I'm 0-6 Weezy I sent my baby girl eggplant and zucchinis Rembrandt off the green leaf These boys ain't seeing me When your shit drop by just press skip like [?] Little boys ain't being me I'm too ready, name too heavy I'm Six Speed, I'm like bitch please When I press the gas, I'm like Tom Petty Your palms sweaty, hands shaking I don't walk around by the Grand Lake With my tan bae, I got a text from Jay Go back in cause the fans waiting I ain't playing no games, like Tim Tebow Young Six Speed always my way like Carlito From Letras Mania