6-7

Original

Six, seven.

Six, seven. All these bitches fiending for a lame, I don't care.

All these questions they be asking got no answers.

Take the band to the club, I need me a couple dancers.

Shrug my shoulders, I don't know nothing, but band I might just show something.

Clueless to the foolish, just come on and let me know something.

I don't know, six, seven. They can throw a pitch, but I ain't buying what they selling.

I don't know, six, seven. Girl, that be my fragrance and that Doja what they smelling.

I don't know, six, seven.

I don't know, six, seven. I don't know, six, seven. I don't know, six, seven, bitch.

I know what they talking about, I know what they like. Got a target when I walk around, but

I was taught to fight.

A beast of V, yellow flag around me, guarded with my life. Keep throwing slangs up in them posts, I'm finna bring that shit to light.

Six, seven. You can act stupid if you want to, six, seven.

Ain't no shoulder shrug about what I'm gonna do, six, seven.

I stay differently, that's how the band gon' move, six, seven.

I throw my hands up, looking like I got an attitude, six, seven.

I don't know, six, seven.

I don't know, six, seven. I don't know, six, seven.

I don't know, six, seven, six, seven.