"456" lyrics

[Damedot:]
Ayy, Real Gutter Shit

I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop
Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped
I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop
What should I wear? How should I drip?
Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks?
He ain't got money, he got too much lip
My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick
Four-five-six, I got a risk
Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix
My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick
Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist
Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch
Nigga, you'd never live life like this

Four-five-six, they think I'm slick
I got the bank, watch what I hit
Who got a Sprite? Let's pour a six
I ain't never ever been pressed 'bout a bitch
I don't want for shit in the cell with them strips
Bitch, give me this, I used to get the short end of the stick
Now I'm in ADVs with my new bitch
I do what I want, I feel like a boss
The top in the way, so I took the bitch off
I showed her Versace, she took 'em right off
I popped me a Perky and I took right off
Can't stay at the loft
Put one thousand blues in a bitch pussy
No KFC, finna head to Kentucky
Made it back safely, I'm feelin' lucky
I should go and throw some ice in the buffies
She keep on askin' me what she get?
She in the jewelry store havin' a fit
Give me Givenchy, give me Chanel, give me Amiri size thirty-six
I got a wrist, watch how I whip
Track it like this, gotta take you a risk
You can't sit here, gotta take you a trip
I'm in the hills goin' up on a bitch

I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop
Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped
I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop
What should I wear? How should I drip?
Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks?
He ain't got money, he got too much lip
My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick
Four-five-six, I got a risk
Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix
My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick
Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist
Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch
Nigga, you'd never live life like this

[Bossman Jay:]
Talk that talk, but can't walk it
See the opps, they be runnin' like faucets
Black stick, black whip, feelin' gothly
If a nigga cross the line, why he talkin'?
Bossman well connected with the bosses
Plugged in with the socket like a charger
Lil' bitch want dick, I'ma charge her
It ain't 'bout money, nigga, don't even bother, hmm
Can't fear a nigga, what I look like? Mmm
I'd buy it all if the price right, mmm
How is he a killer? He ain't took a life, huh
Ran up a check, now I'm off the ice, huh
Thumbs crampin' up, had to count it twice, huh
Bottles bangin' Blood, shoes got the spikes, huh
Dame pulled up, poured a whole pint, huh
If I rap about it then it's real life, mmm
I'm pourin' up on the Benz, twenty-six fifty, young lens
2K18 when I'm pullin' in
Nigga try me, he gon' meet the FN
Forever one hundred, I do not pretend, mmm
Bankroll full of blue benz, nigga, we gettin' it in

[Damedot:]
I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop
Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped
I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop
What should I wear? How should I drip?
Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks?
He ain't got money, he got too much lip
My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick
Four-five-six, I got a risk
Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix
My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick
Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist
Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch
Nigga, you'd never live life like this

[Ace Cino:]
Four-five-six, dice game lit
I just hit, who want war?
We got sticks, we walk in
Tuck your bitch, Chi Chi a hustler
I'm a real gettin' money motherfucker
In the kitchen whippin' food up, no supper
Fuck your bitch all up under the covers
Your main mans workin', he undercover
More money, more problems, fuck it, I'ma solve 'em
I keep poppin' Perkies until I get nauseous
Dame chain drippin' more water than faucets
I just put another band in my closet
RGS, my whole team full of bosses
They watchin' my drip as it's drippin' right off me
Prince in the— yeah, for them broccolis, the plug hit my line and he made me an offer
Two coffee cups, I ain't sippin' no coffee
These bitches'd trip, I can't get these hoes off me
I feel like the king
She know Joe Jofi, these niggas want verses, I need that deposit
We walkin' around with bands stuffed in our pockets
You can get whacked if you ain't in the mafia
Your bitch a rat, her pussy too popular
We run up racks, man, this shit is obvious

[Damedot:]
I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop
Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped
I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop
What should I wear? How should I drip?
Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks?
He ain't got money, he got too much lip
My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick
Four-five-six, I got a risk
Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix
My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick
Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist
Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch
Nigga, you'd never live life like this