6 Figures Lyrics

Six figures around my waist

All these Shorties want a taste

And they wanna feel the base

Thighs heavy pockets swoll I can't keep up this pace

Like monopoly this game is a race

When they drop that ass to floor

I'll throw a band in their face

Need 6 fuckin figures

Sexy fucking killers

Ain't afraid of triggers

Take a look in the mirror

Love the fucking picture

Got the potion perfect mixture

Prozach scripture

Winner with the middle finger

Make em Dance

Make em Dance

Get lost in a trance

Got a lot of enemies

Blowin kisses at em like I'm Lance

You got one chance with me ya see

Cause I got a quick trigger

Can't ya see the bigger picture

Big bootie hoes along the sea

Jet skiing off the docks

If you can't fulfill my fantasy

Then just go and kick rocks

Asian mommies sitting next to me

I'm horny round the clock

I can unlock any ladies box

Six figures but it only takes one cock

Middle fingers up

I don't give a fuck

Ladies shake ya ass

Shoot my shot ya pussy splash

Hope our chakras don't clash

I'm the reaper reincarnated

I'll steal your world when we smash

When we smash

Need 6 fuckin figures

Sexy fucking killers

Ain't afraid of triggers

Take a look in the mirror

Love the fucking picture

Got the potion perfect mixture

Prozach scripture

Winner with the middle finger

Speedin till I crash

Badass dealing with whiplash

Weeds fire singes my mustache

I'm flyer im higher just wait till I get the cash

Don't get caught livin too fast

Fuck what you thought my presence is vast

I'm at the top you think I'm last

Sloppy toppies on my speed dial

Gotta LSU tiger in my cycle

I never reuse

I just recycle

Hit the G spot

My juices spread across her spinal

RIP the Mamba gothic luxury designers

Money bags on my plate

That's my ultimate desire

Bury me with a fronto and lighter

I wanna shine down with a smile

Haters gonna have to wait a while

Gen-Z's going up the ladder bout to steal the title

Just a Beast Coast disciple

Flatbush inspired so I got what I desired

I think I'm on fire

Me and my brothers can't get tighter

Gonna make it im a fighter

Got fucked by her

Pussy owner

Wonna talk terps girl

Lo T fucking sells it I'm the grower

Six figures around my waist

All these Shorties want a taste

And they wanna feel the base

Thighs heavy pockets swoll I can't keep up this pace

Like monopoly this game is a race

When they drop that ass to floor

I'll throw a band in their face

Need 6 fuckin figures

Sexy fucking killers

Ain't afraid of triggers

Take a look in the mirror

Love the fucking picture

Got the potion perfect mixture

Prozach scripture

Winner with the middle finger