6 cornrows

[Intro]
I got a retweet from one of the baddest bitches in the game
I'm not gon' say her name 'cause I'm in her DMs right now
Tryna get that mouth
(Cocá in there making beats and shit)
Yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir (Wow)

[Verse 1]
We got us a lil' routine 'round this joint, baby (Woah)
Dress shirt is pinstripe, winter hat crocheted (Okay, yuh)
Girl that I'm layin' with, the world under her sake (Alright)
Pick your head up and be on the swivel, I'm on that side of town
I got business meetings, I take that phone call when I'm makin' my round (Alright)
I'm somewhere in ATL, in the West End Mall, me and my guys
I'll sit you down with cuz, he sell it for two-fifty a line
When I bend the corner, she start blushin' behind the tint (Wow)
It's money to be made, it's money to be made 'round this bitch
I'm geekin' to count a dollar, I'm geekin' to fuck a thot (Woah, woah)
I'm livin' life dangerous, as fast as I wanna (Okay)

[Chorus]
We came a long way from when they ain't know 'bout us
All of my best friends I grew up with still 'round me
Long as we go where the weed smoke is invited
European sweatsuits and tailored clothes around here

[Verse 2]
What we riding round in? That's a black SUV, yeah
Girl in my lap and I let her roll my weed
My daddy had a green Lexus, Red Monkey jeans
She speakin' in the highest form when she talk to me (Okay)
Am I the only one who doesn't idolize the compliments? (Real)
Dealin' with the famous people who shallow and real insecure (Damn)
I gotta shake hands with people who really, I don't wanna meet
The business never compromise my morality and the way I see it
Bitch, I'm on ten (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm turnt up (Yeah)
Call up the— call up the girls (Oh my fucking God)
This AMG, it don't stop at no red lights
The girls treat me like Pretty Ricky when I'm down in Miami

[Chorus]
We came a long way from when they ain't know 'bout us (Uh-huh)
All of my best friends I grew up with, they still 'round me (Yeah)
Long as we go where the weed smoke is invited (Come on out)
European sweatsuits and tailored clothes around here

[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We came a long way from when they ain't know 'bout us
All of my best friends I grew up with, they still 'round me
Long as we go where the weed smoke is invited