Ginos

(Elijah, I fucking hate you)

Take an opp bitch to Gino's
And I like her toes done, just like Tarantino
I still can't trust no one, I ride wit' Cap and D-Lo
Told a broke bitch, "Fuck you", I feel just like C-Lo
B6 come and buck the dice game, them boys was shooting at C-lo
First class, on the nice plane, I'ma still take the He-Lo
Can't catch the opps without a cap, that nigga look like Ne-Yo
Need my bitch to pop, when it pop, set it off like Cleo
Ace a' up a camera, then a stick, that bitch was incognito
Watch out for 6, that nigga smart, somethin' like Galileo
My migo's plug only shake hands, "Hablo ingles, amigo?"
Asked her, "Can I get one last dance?," Like Jordan from the free throw
We the ones that put fives on the black truck, y'all should've hired Dino
You might only see B6 wit' cheese, like he was doing Keto
My vegan bitch don't like no GMO's on the spinach wrap burrito
And she asked for Don Julio, but can't drive the boat wit' Tito's
When I'm up, red ascot, wit' the all-black tuxedo
Nigga, my mom-dukes know I'm goin' up, still gotta watch my ego
I can juggle two opp bop hoes, Kim Possible and Shego
Bad-shit said, "6 talk wit' a tone, he got flirtatious lingo"
'Cat sounds and tire marks, fuck 'round and dog the dingo
I think my stick missing One Piece, I feel like Don Flamingo
Trapping 'till we sleep, then pass the ball, I'ma catch a Ocho-Cinco
My west-side hoe want shoes wit' wings, wit' none but lemon-peppers
When the clock strike 12, she gone like Cinderella
This bitch think she fly, but the Shein fit only 15, do better
Yeah, my house burned down, it was hard times, but I never stayed in shelter
I'm in my zone, know that's real, whole 'nother different sector
Imv was never known to clutch, we just shoot like projector
If this 50 end up jamming, I'll whip out Kriss Vector
On three-way, wit' the plug, and the grower, I'm the damn connection
She blocked me, but she hear my music everywhere, I know she mad
Her friend put on B6, like "Damn bitch, what the hell you know 'bout that?"
I hit both them hoes on seperate times, now the cat's out the bag
If she got kids, I hit and go, oh no I can't be dad
I tried to put 10-mill in a holster, it just made me sag
We made the opps burn all they sage, and tie in all they flags
308 let out a couple zigs, he tried to run in zags
By the way he act, get a Golden Globe, but I got me an award at Saks
I just press a button, wit' my thumb, now he on the wall wit' Tax
I asked God for greater things when we was all at Zach's
I catch yo' lil' brother, after you dissin', and he don't get no slack
I got two pockets full, to capture all the rats
Told the opps, to meet me at The Diamond, I'm swingin' all the bats
He work at Lids, nigga so cap, but he ain't catch no hats
Told him, "Say cheese", then the muzzle flashed, he got his shit blew back
Nigga diss one time, and then he gone, how the fuck did 6 do that?
I caught LV teaching yoga class, he'll leave you stretched on mats
He tryna see how his brother died, bet he still stressed on that
When we hit this lick, don't ball me 6, just ball me Mack
Came 'round the curb, then his shoulder swerve, all he heard was "BLATTTTT"