Lbizzzy - Six Figure

Uptown realer
Know I sound so different
Holy shitttt my nigga
Who Bizzzy gon' deliver
When the gates open up for the king
Like thriller
What
Gates open up for the king like
Thriller
Six figure on my whip, six figure nigga
Six figure on my bitch, six figure nigga
Six figure on my crib, six figure nigga
Six figure Diddy Bop, Suga Sean, On God
Kiss the ring or the pinky
Yea the floor I walk on
Everything I'm doing big
Like I'm signed to Big Sean
Like her titties make that
Motherfucking bra hit the floor
Heard my dick is on your radar
That's a fucking napalm
Call me rich boy
My dick is an employee on the wall
I never talk my shit cuz I can get so ignorant
I sign them titties
In my best fucking penmanship
Hit the dealership
Big body obelisk
There's shit I gotta get
Some niggas do the opposite
My father turnin 70 and trapping
Still the hobby, shit
You counterfeit
Niggas know the hustle
Couldn't peddle it
Now my push to start keys
Looking like ya settling
Where Bizzzy at
He was like my fucking relative
Never had a money talk
That convo there irrelevant, but
But let my brother in
I know that he just wanna win
And he would never wish my death
Like all them fucking many men
Uptown realer, know I sound so different
Holy shitttt my nigga, Who Bizzzy gon' deliver
When the gates open up for the king
Like thriller
What
Gates open up for the king like
Thriller
Six figure on my whip, six figure nigga
Six figure on my bitch, six figure nigga
Six figure on my crib, six figure nigga
Six figure Diddy Bop, Suga Sean, On God
Fuck it, gotta skate, money
Need to figure 8, in and out rotation
My byakugan regenerate, wait
Fuck it, gotta skate, money
Need to figure 8, in and out rotation
My byakugan regenerate, what
You either Neo, K Reeves
Or Sean Anderson
I don't got time to tell you
Who the fuck you channeling
Pull up all white and my whip inside Vatican
Smoking on pope pack
Call that shit tappin in
To my higher power
Like Pop Smoke tagging in
Tell the Academy my niggas making salaries
And it's by week, never talk about the annually
Cause fuck that bi-weekly shit
I'm tired of that check to check
Say nigga how you living
Well I haven't hit your crib as yet
Meet Trebec, Alec Baldwin, ah ah
Watch your step, over heads
I would run it back
But hold up where he at
For a fact, nigga know they needs
What they want, it's that
Uptown realer
Know I sound so different
Holy shitttt my nigga
Who Bizzzy gon' deliver
When the gates open up for the king
Like thriller
What
Gates open up for the king like
Thriller
Six figure on my whip, six figure nigga
Six figure on my bitch, six figure nigga
Six figure on my crib, six figure nigga
Six figure Diddy Bop, Suga Sean, On God

Written by:
Lindsey Campbell

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