60 Miles 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Lil RT]
If she ain't suckin' di*k, lil' b*tch, you can get the f*ck up out my sh*t
Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f*cker down
Hundred round, b*tch, we in that Kia, we gon' take him down
Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f*ckin' miles, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil RT]
b*tch, I'm in a Lamborghini, keep on talkin', b*tch I'm in a Lamborghini
Point that beam up on his head
Took his sh*t, he went out bad
Fifty rounds, n*gga know not play wit' me
I'll shoot his ass right in the ground
Hand her out
Step on lil' bro grave, hit him in his face
If she gon' suck the di*k, go crazy
b*tch, I'm in a Lamb, keep on talkin'
Hit him with this glam
b*tch, I hand up with the Glock
Hit him in the Porsche, hit him with the Glock
I'll take him down
Hit him in his face, make lil' bro drop like he okay
b*tch, I got the Glock up on my side
If he try to run, clap him in the leg, lil' n*gga drop
b*tch, I'm in the sun
b*tch, I'm in Lamborghini, keep on talkin'
'Cause b*tch, I'm in the sun
b*tch, I'll throw a bullet out there, hit you in your f*ckin' face
And that b*tch got switch up on the Glock
Hit him in the K, that b*tch got blicked
Hit him in his face (Ah, ah)
She suck the di*k just go crazy
b*tch, I'm in a Lamb he keep on talkin', hit him in the mouth
b*tch, I got a Draco up on this sh*t, fifty round the glick
Hit him in the face, now lil' bruh, he a f*ckin' b*tch
Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, we never been took down
Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, we gon' take him down
b*tch, she wanna suck the di*k
b*tch, I'm from the west side
Not from east side, lil' b*tch, I'm from the west
pus*y boy, he tryna play
Hit him with the f*ckin' drac'
That b*tch got spent up on his day
b*tch, I'm 345, lil' baby
[Chorus: Lil RT]
If she ain't suckin' di*k, lil' b*tch, you can get the f*ck up out my sh*t
Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f*cker down
Hundred round, b*tch, we in that Kia, we gon' take him down
Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f*ckin' miles, yeah

[Verse 2: SCY Jimm]
In the Coupe with sixty f*ckin' rounds (Yeah)
'Fore I go broke, I'm finna go and cop like sixty f*ckin' pounds (On gang, n*gga)
That n*gga mad as hell, I took his b*tch down (Yeah)
Really runnin' that bag up, why you n*ggas sit around? (Cmon, man)
If she ain't suckin' di*k, she can get the f*ck up out my whip
All these blues on me, folks think I'm out here bangin' Crip (On gang)
She threw that neck on me, put it out and left her on her lip
n*ggas start that flaggin', that's how n*ggas out here get killed
Rod clutchin', n*gga play with me, I'm bustin'
Get 'em gone, I'on do no tusslin'
Hunnid racks inside my luggage
He want smoke, no, it's nothin'
She gon' go just 'cause I'm buzzin'
Big dawg, b*tch, get up out my sh*t if you ain't f*ckin'

[Chorus: Lil RT]
If she ain't suckin' di*k, lil' b*tch, you can get the f*ck up out my sh*t
Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f*cker down
Hundred round, b*tch, we in that Kia, we gon' take him down
Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f*ckin' miles, yeah