6 Don't Call me 7

It's six, don't call me seven Bitches, you dumb? It's six, don't call me seven I hate light-skinned hoes They too disrespectful I spit on the bitch in the second I sent your brother to hell He lived through my blunts You thought he made it to heaven He dead, got hit in the head Make him look a lot like Drake You thought he was rich, but shh I don't do the old school pipes This pistol mechanical Fuck, he act like he was tested Dude, you and your bitch Just like Bruce Wayne parents, pop you then shatter her necklace I'm sneaky as fuck, don't leave your piece in the truck Both them bitches is in my possession I don't put a muzzle on a nigga that talk too much Shit get hit with suppression Since I started blowing up, they say it's for me Now all of a sudden I'm destined Spare my doubt for all your need For a long ass time you ain't learn your lesson Worried about what I got, not what I could give Fucked around and missed your blessing Westside hoe, keep naggin' me about shoes She got a Bottega, a session That engineer that lied to me about work gettin' robbed when I walked in the session It's just me and somethin' that only shoot threes I guess I can say I'm with Stephy I only lace my boots for a nigga who was always there when I first started steppin' Soon as I popped the hood of this Tesla Just know I got levels And as soon as I park this school bus Fine shit go hand me a beverage Every hoe I wanna hit I already did it Go ahead and cross them out the checklist Bitches who fuckin' or not I don't wanna talk Don't care about what you had for breakfast Kickin' this hoe out the spot She got under my skin And now it's time to call a Lexus No LZ commercial Didn't drink blood too bad One time that we was in Texas You keep callin' my phone and don't pick up You better off sendin' a message I wonder what six go say on this next song damn, the fans so restless I'm signing the deal and I'm still thuggin' but damn I don't look like Jeffrey