Black Friday - Iamsu!

Imma kick that shit that these boys like to hear

Diamonds on me, dancin' like a chandelier

Bitch, don’t you see me standing here

I’m fresher than a mannequin

Suzy go runnin' through commas

I get a check and a bonus

Thumbing, finessing through hunnids

Thumbing, finessing through hunnids

My momma say I’m two hunnids

Lions and snakes in a jungle

My city feel my struggle

Animosity feeding my hunger

Knocking shit door like it’s me again

Balling out, put me on CSN

I could never be obedient

I got all the ingredients

Wait, hold up

Bank, can’t fold up

Drank, my soda

Out the park like Sosa

Do this shit for my culture

Come here baby, I’ll coach ya

I ain’t talking no babies

My sound is ultra

I’m just barely getting over

I got mouths to feed

These boys okay

Ain’t got nothing on me

Ain’t got nothing on me

Ain’t got nothing on me

Wop, wop, OG

Top spot, my seat

Looking at my competition

Don’t nothing move without my permission

My flow consistent

I over did it, I go ballistic

I rode the rhythm with no collisions

Type of flow that might go the distance

How that boy so cold from Richmond

When my chain olympics, cause it’s multicolored

White and yellow go gold together

My necklace interracial

My city is inspirational

I’m at the top, just like fellatio

Candy my paint

Heartbreak the Gang

I smoke the gas every day

But when I smoke take me to space

I ride around to the face

Straight to the neck

Thirty, pay for my set

Drake, mine for the

Name carry weight, I need all of it

Not a set less

Even when I’m on break, I do interviews

That’s bench press

I’m fly like insects

I’m a person of interest

Really hate when the family tryna fuck me over, that’s incest

Woke up, out of cold sweat

Big dog, gotta go get

For that paper, I’m a Labrador

If I see that shit, Imma go fetch

This shit too easy

I’m 0−6 Weezy

I sent my baby girl eggplant and zucchinis

Rembrandt off the green leaf

These boys ain’t seeing me

When your shit drop by just press skip like

Little boys ain’t being me

I’m too ready, name too heavy

I’m Six Speed, I’m like bitch please

When I press the gas, I’m like Tom Petty

Your palms sweaty, hands shaking

I don’t walk around by the Grand Lake

With my tan bae, I got a text from Jay

Go back in cause the fans waiting

I ain’t playing no games, like Tim Tebow

Young Six Speed always my way like Carlito