| How does it feel | |
| Know when shits real | |
| Nigga my big wheel | |
| Whip peel through killin fields so | |
| I grip steel | |
| Aimed wit sick skill | |
| My itchy trigger finger need benedrill | |
| Sit still you can get kill | |
| Look how the game switch | |
| The niggaz hatin cause they ain't rich | |
| They ready to infiltrate my main bitch | |
| Set me up and had me takin major bank trips | |
| But fuck a fake trick she ain't shit | |
| Enemies came to my first show | |
| I had some killers in the thrid row | |
| I had a bitch poppin merlow | |
| Rockin her skirt low | |
| Wit a glock and a fur coat | |
| Ready to drop you at the first blow | |
| So much pain since | |
| I earned dough | |
| It turned my betfriend into my worst foe | |
| But I had to let the hurt go | |
| Niggas know y'all phony style | |
| Keep it pushin we ain't homies now | |
| Chorus:I'm navigatin in the six double | |
| I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though | |
| I spot a hater almost everywhere | |
| I goSo don't make me have to hit you with the four four | |
| I know you mad because | |
| I make a littel dough | |
| If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo | |
| I guess that's something only real cats know | |
| And all my real niggas still love the row yo | |
| Verse:You niggas know that imma get mine | |
| Its Rick time so | |
| I big grind | |
| Lip nines for the bitch kind you | |
| Spit rhymes from a sick mind | |
| Dick thick dimes after we sip wine | |
| Big chicks imma flip mine | |
| Make the street sizzle | |
| In a lowrider side seat swiffle | |
| Gotta do my g-dizzle | |
| Cause it can't stop | |
| Candy paint drop | |
| Chromed out with more glass then a bank shot | |
| Suckers mad cause they hot | |
| Gay fags cryin cause the cash is exactly what they ain't got | |
| Wheter you slang coke or make dope music | |
| Haters can't hope they straight hope | |
| Your boat sink and ya stay broke | |
| But imma frontline line | |
| Nevermind one time | |
| Its crunchtime ya touch mine duck | |
| I'm finna duck nine | |
| Niggas funny as punchline | |
| And you can't rain on my sunshine | |
| Chorus:I'm navigatin in the six double | |
| I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though | |
| I spot a hater almost everywhere | |
| I goSo don't make me have to hit you with the four four | |
| I know you mad because | |
| I make a littel dough | |
| If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo | |
| I guess that's something only real cats know | |
| And all my real niggas still love the row yo | |
| Verse:Follow me now as we journey to them hood spots | |
| Where them half knocks cook rocks | |
| And put you hooks up in a wood box | |
| And there ain't a such thing as cops | |
| Inside your bodies where they put shots | |
| Better get some good blocks | |
| I'm heat holdin | |
| If you ain't interested in me and you make or keep scrollin | |
| I'm a wolf in sheeps clothin | |
| Yeah you keep dolin | |
| I sleep wit one | |
| E-Y-E open | |
| This cold world got the streets frozen | |
| When it gets dark shit start and my heat pops | |
| A quick sparks and splits marks | |
| Now what its come to | |
| Use to be real love wherever | |
| I come through | |
| Now its like fuck you | |
| Y'all best to go hard | |
| You know what's eastside to the four yard | |
| We pull your hoe card | |
| It break my heart everytime that its time to trip | |
| I love nigggas but | |
| I empty a clip | |
| Chorus:I'm navigatin in the six double | |
| I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though | |
| I spot a hater almost everywhere | |
| I goSo don't make me have to hit you with the four four | |
| I know you mad because | |
| I make a littel dough | |
| If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo | |
| I guess that's something only real cats know | |
| And all my real niggas still love the row yo |
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