Six Speed (feat. Juicy J)

Aye, I'm back in a cycle, feel like a psycho

Feels like I'm Michael, yuh

Don't look at my bread, don't look at me whip

Take a look at my FICO, yuh

I'm pacing and thinking of robbing a back with the homies I hang with

These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet

Come hang with the gang, get shady

Drunk drive in a Mercedes, .45 on the hip daily

Screaming out, "Fuck you, pay me"

I ain't patient, I got OCD

Feel like I'm not control of me

Still them hoes gon' fall for me

Pussy that they offer me is often not too luxury

But let me see what that lick read

Triple digits in the six speed

Think I fell in love when that bitch hit me

I might fuck around and bust her down and buy a Bentley

For that bitch while you was fucking with them lames

I made my baby mama rich

Baby, play with my dick, not my emotions

Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean

We was coasting, now we roller coasting

Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me

I just pray to Peep that you don't leave me lonely

Thousand bitches, but they can't do nothing for me

You my one and only

I know you need some company so come on over

Do you love me, do you love exposure?

Yeah, check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish

And it look like Meech in the club every time I come through tipping

Drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3, that's if she different

Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look like Christmas

She down to fuck, you tryna cup my **** luck

You trip, this ain't no robbery, but my bitch is stuck up, aye

She bad as fuck, well like what's in my cup

She the quicker, picker upper, I'm loving the way she suck

Pick me up

She call me Jay, I call her bae

We ain't the Carters but that rock all in your face

These bitches thirsty but these hoes ain't got no taste

It's cuffing season, man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, aye