Slump6s - 6KT lyrics
[Slump6s - 6KT lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, big bag
Yeah, countin' up the big racks
Countin' up the big racks, ay
Countin' up the big racks
Niggas they don't know me
I'm ballin' even off the court
I feel like Kobe you movin' fast
So watch these bullets hit him slowly
Lil nigga, he won't fuckin' sell you
Not my brodie
Niggas they just mad I got a big bag on me
Nigga talkin' down
Then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting
How the fuck you really missed that?
Nigga got my ex ho, I already hit that
Nigga really hating cause I'm counting
Up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds nigga, you know
Pockets be on fat, nigga, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a nigga back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign
Yeah my shit came straight from Pluto
Man I got them racks in
Made it do a back flip
Mad I got like five hoes on
Me up in Saks Fifth
We knew that that boy fake
We knew he was acting
Nigga you don't want no problem
You don't want no action
Put him on a screen, nigga, TV
Diamonds water, Fiji countin' green, seaweed
Hit him in the eye
John Cena you can't see me
No movie but this choppa finna
Hit his ass in 3D
She hit my phone, she sayin' that she need me
We gon' spin that boy, look like a CD
Making money, man that shit too easy
This choppa make a nigga restart
It make him repeat
Big bag on me nigga talkin' down
Then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting
How the fuck you really missed that?
Nigga got my ex ho, I already hit that
Nigga really hating cause I'm counting
Up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds nigga, you know
Pockets be on fat, nigga, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a nigga back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign
Yeah my shit came straight from Pluto
Yeah, countin' up the big racks
Countin' up the big racks, ay
Countin' up the big racks
Niggas they don't know me
I'm ballin' even off the court
I feel like Kobe you movin' fast
So watch these bullets hit him slowly
Lil nigga, he won't fuckin' sell you
Not my brodie
Niggas they just mad I got a big bag on me
Nigga talkin' down
Then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting
How the fuck you really missed that?
Nigga got my ex ho, I already hit that
Nigga really hating cause I'm counting
Up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds nigga, you know
Pockets be on fat, nigga, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a nigga back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign
Yeah my shit came straight from Pluto
Man I got them racks in
Made it do a back flip
Mad I got like five hoes on
Me up in Saks Fifth
We knew that that boy fake
We knew he was acting
Nigga you don't want no problem
You don't want no action
Put him on a screen, nigga, TV
Diamonds water, Fiji countin' green, seaweed
Hit him in the eye
John Cena you can't see me
No movie but this choppa finna
Hit his ass in 3D
She hit my phone, she sayin' that she need me
We gon' spin that boy, look like a CD
Making money, man that shit too easy
This choppa make a nigga restart
It make him repeat
Big bag on me nigga talkin' down
Then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting
How the fuck you really missed that?
Nigga got my ex ho, I already hit that
Nigga really hating cause I'm counting
Up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds nigga, you know
Pockets be on fat, nigga, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a nigga back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign
Yeah my shit came straight from Pluto