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(Damn Dior) I just made it, shit, I like how I'm feelin' like All this shit true, I ain't tryna speak on that shit, like, yeah Nigga want me dead from another city (Ayo, Jee, you did it again) That's crazy Told him to catch up with me Nigga said, "Now I'm hatin'," I've never seen another bitty nigga Another bitty nigga Pussy Stop playin' and get your cheese right Nigga, what you bleed like? Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (on God) That shit don't bleed right Mindin' my business That nigga want me dead from a whole different city Dime on my head in a whole different city Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60 Before the rap part, I was in the streets tryna make trap rock Now I still be in the streets, he really make the trap rock Minis never sleep, he like to tweak, he write up dead opps and grab Glocks What you think he stand for? Fuck it, cop a G ride, I'm hoppin' out these foreigns 'Cause this shit gettin' borin' Call Lil' Booley 23, 'cause he be steppin' like Jordan In this life, that's important I know these hoes ain't gon' ride with me, that's why the guys with me How the fuck you bro when you ain't ridin' with me? The streets turned me into a soldier, boy No Draco, the business ran by Slato Be big slatts, where your bitch at? (Where she at?) I admit lil' dawg did that (did that, yeah) But you know we got to get back I was probably with Zack, slatt Stop playin' and get your cheese right Nigga, what you bleed like? Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (goddamn, goddamn) That shit don't bleed right Mindin' my business That nigga want me dead from a whole different city Dime on my head in a whole different city Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60 The last nigga played somewhere floatin' I stayed in motion, survivin' emotion I'm way past ridin' the wave, they been tryna ride the wave Nigga, I'm tryna create an ocean (yeah) And I view how they only be busy 'cause they worry 'bout my business I'ma keep 'em busy long as I'm worryin' 'bout my business (ah, ah, ah) I'm talkin' 'bout that big business The county had my folk put up for a million centuries, get up with me Lil' nigga, big dawg 'round my way, yes, I can get you hit, boy Don't approach me man-to-man about no bitch, boy Come get your bitch, boy By the way, you sound just like a bitch boy A couple bucks'll make 'em blitz Ask my homeboy 'bout this shit, boy Yeah, he was 'bout it, 'bout it, but he snitched on 'em Double R gang, not Roddy Ricch, but I put a stick on 'em Speakin' of Roddy Ricch, I had a stick in the box for real Not the one you pat, the one with wheels Stop playin' and get your cheese right Nigga, what you bleed like? Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (well, damn) That shit don't bleed right Mindin' my business That nigga want me dead from a whole different city Dime on my head in a whole different city Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60 Haha That's how you roll with that 60 Haha
Writer(s): Wunnie Lee, Joseph Grant Langston, Marco Salaza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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