6 Don’t Call me 7

[Intro]
It's 6, don't call me seven
Bitch, is you dumb?
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[Verse]
It's six, don't call me seven
I hate lightskinned hoes, they too disrespectful
I spit on the bitch in a second
We sent your brother to hell, he live through my blunts
You thought he made it to heaven
He dead, got hit in the head
Make him look a lot like Drake
He thought he was (?)

I don't do the old school pipes
This pistol mechanical
Fuck he had thought he was testin'
Do 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'll put a muzzle on a nigga that talk too much
Shhh, get hit with suppression

Since I started blowing up, they say it's for me
Now all of a sudden I'm destined
Pray on my downfall on your knees
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 obsession
Next engineer that lie to me about work gettin' robbed when I walk in the session
It's just me, and somethin' that only shoot threes
I guess I can say I'm with Stephen
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 pop this school bus, fine shit gon hand me a beverage
Every hoe I wanna hit, I already did it
Go ahead and cross them out the checklist
Bitch, is you 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

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You keep callin' my phone, and I don't pick up
You better off sendin' a message
I wonder what 6 gon 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