make it double - 6obby, Hella Sketchy

Six bands, make it double

Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle

Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble

I’m gon' get the guap and I’ll do it with no struggle

Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same

Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah

She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame

She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake

I ain’t even on yet but these checks comin'

All these lames on my line, stop pretendin', you not kin, yeah

When I was down, where were you, come again?

If I catch another opp, he get blasted in the shin

I just spent a check and I made it right back

Hundred racks on my neck with the Glock on my lap

I’m runnin' from the pole, man, I’ma do the dash

Catch me speedin' in designer, all black Gucci on the hat

Six bands, make it double

Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle

Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble

I’m gon' get the guap and I’ll do it with no struggle

Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same

Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah

She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame

She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake

CDG my Converse, Cuban links around my neck

I been workin' all these hours, I been cashin' all these checks

And these bitches hit me up, but I don’t mean no disrespect

I’m just too busy countin' money, I don’t need you in my head

All these shawties hit my phone, I’m poppin' Xannies like a Tec

Hella Sketchy rollin' dope, we smokin' till there’s nothing left

And don’t you ask about a song unless you plan to spend a check

Spent some money, stole some sacks, and then I jugg it right back

Fuck a handout, fuck some friends, bitch, I did this by myself

All you people left me down when you saw I needed help

Now I’m poppin', but you never even cared how I felt

Catch me cruisin' in some vintage with the full black Gucci belt

Six bands, make it double

Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle

Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble

I’m gon' get that guap and I’ll do it with no struggle

Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same

Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah

She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame

She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake