[Intro]
(Seven99)
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(Is it Givenxhy?)
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(Woah)

[Verse]
Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask, [?] put his ass to the floor
I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend while you whippin' 'round in a Honda Accord
Me and the gang went shoppin', I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (Woah, woah)
She think I want a relation, but I only hit that ho up when I'm bored
I blow up, but I'm not Lil Tecca
On my grind, man, I can never mess up
Choppa handle you light like a feather
Chill with Nas, soak you n***as in ketchup
Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup
Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up
Want a problem? Then you gotta tell sum'
All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up
They be likе, "Lil 600, you next in"
I be steady applyin' thе pressure
They be like, "I know n***as that's better than you"
I be like, "Well, let's go 'head and check sum'"
If you look at my stat sheet, I got a milli' in a year, yeah, well, I think that's impressive
Take a look at my IG, yeah, I know that you might see that I'm really highly respected
In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one
They all look at me like I'm some damn competition, but really, I'm just havin' fun
I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young
They like, "600, how you so intelligent with it?" Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (Yo), okay
I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls, but they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil
Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is, I'm feelin' like YB and Cordae
I'm livin' the suite life, I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main n***a Cody
I don't listen to Youngboy but you know my slime and my slatt, n***a, I know that you not my brodie
I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship
XD-45, finna give him a facelift
He tryna be in my circle, well I don't do new friends, so you better give me a payment
He talk down, then we put his ass in the pavement
That n***a livelihood startin' to cave in
The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted
I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited (Huh)
I waited to get where I am now
Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit and I ain't never been given a handout
Slump, 600, Tec', and Sosa, I feel like the man now
I ain't never been in the army, we hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down