60 Miles (Remix) 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 hе 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'
'Causе 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 & BLOODIE]
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 (Twelve get behind me, Ah, we gon' do a hundred f*ckin' miles)

[Verse 2: BLOODIE]
Boy, if he gets punched inside his sh*t, I bet he run (Grrah, what?)
We tote them 30's on our guns, but f*ck a drum (Grrah, f*ck a what?)
A hundred rounds, hit his car, a honeybun (A honeybun)
We see a hellcat, make it catwalk to the sun
Grrow, Bang and don't you think you tough and spin without your gun (Grrah, Grrah)
You gettin' shot or gettin' choked up like my son (b*tch)
Boy, why you woofin' then you movin' like you gum? (Grrah, Grrah)
Before the TEC, we had the deuce deuce havin' fun
Grrow, Bang, a hundred degrees, vest on inside the sun (Inside the what?)
I pop a perc before I drill, boy out for nun'
Street sweeper, clean the streets, boy I leave nun' (Leave what?)
A shot of henny, it's no remorse when I flick that bun (n*gga, Grrah Grrah Grrah)
Grrah, Grrah

[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