66 lyrics
by WTM Scoob
[Verse 1:]
I-I just did a 20 ball for the di*ksuckin'
Why these n*ggas mad at me, cause they b*tch f*ckin'?
When these n*ggas get tough? I must've missed something
G Wavy in that gym he don't miss nothin'
Hollow tips in this clip, I can't miss nothin'
Me and Milt throwin' 20s got this b*tch jumpin'
Try to reach for my stones, then them sticks comin'
Human Races no race, n*gga f*ck runnin'
I just hopped off a flight, straight to Arizona
I den made a n*gga livin' off a no diploma
I know some n*ggas rich as hell off that bakin' soda
But these credit cards on me like my case is over
B-been trippin' n*ggas doing sh*t I been doin'
At the club throwin' chicken, under the influence
Off White drip got yo b*tch droolin'
f*ck allat talkin', what is you doing?
Aye Re, What the f*ck I tell you last week ?
3 months, a hunnid bands, I need a band a day
If they had mines, they would throw they hands away
30 bands of fraud, where the Cardinals play
Givenchy raincoat for a rainy day
Spendin' all this money, take my pain away
She ain't worth no Perc she get a Xan today
I need to shoot a vid, Where the f*ck is Zay?
Man I swear to God, these n*ggas ain't no competition
If you wanna be like me, you gotta stop and listen
You blew yo money on a hoe, thats why yo money missin'
You goin' broke, thats the reason why she actin' different
I was a kid with a crib with some 50 inches
After dark at my house, It was 50 b*tches
Right now Im swipin' gifties, I was washin' dishes
I ran up a check with my daddy missin'
He was in my life, but sh*t he didn't get it
Mama seen me blow 20 and she started trippin'
I gotta thank God for the way Im livin'
But I gotta ask God, Can I be forgiven?