6560

6560 On me
This aint no rap money
I can show you how to buss a jugg this aint no trap money
Catch a nigga hawk em down broad day
Put the whole mag on em
Rather let da glock eat dog face den put a bag on em
If I want yo bitch she gone come here and put her ass on me
Told bro he drop a opp record so we can laugh at em

Blow thousands on apparel
We dont punch it just spend cash on it
Just hit the sto and slide 2-3 giffys
You want dem racks dont you
Hit the pint before I serve it to em still put my tax on it
I cant do no song witchu lil nigga
Just gone cap on it

I just really talk bout what I live that's why I hardly rap
I can hit yo bitch and kick er out
She still gone let me crack
Why the fuck you wearin dickie fits
Ain never sold no crack
Wanna be a opp
We see you out might leave you all black

Bronem tripped and slid too many cards
He hadda mail em home
Heard yo pussy ass lightin candles cause yo mans gone

Catch one dem lil niggas get to shootin till like 10 hit em
Give a fuck they catch me lackin
Ill up and kill like 10 niggas
Tryna buss a nigga head den urc his mans before my mans hit em
FN flip a nigga like a van hit em

Plugged inna A
Hit the club ca bring the fan in there
Lil hoe that's the glock that aint my dick dont put yo hand in there
Walk inside the function hoes start trippin like Chris Brown there
Even in my own city dey think ian from round here
We cant find you we gone getcho mans make you a pallbearer
Might just throw a opp party
Pull down and leave em all dere