Sixty (Melo)

Lyrics

Ayy
 Twenty-two
 Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me
 I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean
 Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen
 Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend
 Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese
 I can't gas up with these niggas, that ain't doing shit for me
 And I mean it when I say it, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
 Feel like Melo in his prime, I might give a nigga sixty
 At the set-off cookie, they can smell me in the city
 Cost a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction
 My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen
 Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute
 Hell no, we ain't the same, I put pressure on these niggas
 Hell no, this ain't a game, they'll do the extra 'bout a nigga
 Hell yeah, when I'm rich, I'ma act a little different
 Send a picture of you, it's a week before you missing
 I can't fold nor break, you won't mush nor taste
 And your bitch rap my song tryna make her lil' face
 You better keep her close before I take your lil' place
 I got used to these risks, when I work I feel safe
 I cannot fuck with you lazy ass niggas
 I will never love these trifling ass bitches
 As kids, we was taught that snitches get stitches
 So why in the fuck is y'all hanging with these niggas?
 You niggas just around, you ain't never made a difference
 I ain't really with that broke shit, it's a sickness
 I'm really in my Goyard, nigga, you the witness
 If you can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen
 Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me
 I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean
 Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen
 Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend
 Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese
 I can't gas up with these niggas, that ain't doing shit for me
 And I mean it when I say it, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
 Feel like Melo in his prime, I might give a nigga sixty
 At the set-off cookie, they can smell me in the city
 Cost a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction
 My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen
 Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute
 Bidding wars with these labels, but I'm staying independent
 If you owe a nigga cheese, pay it off, or it's interest
 Brodie fell asleep off the juice, he is a victim
 P drop, Triple S, shit, I might grab some with him
 Where the percolates? Shit, I think I want me one
 I just bought an eight and put a line inside my cup
 I was making plays, you was playing with a slut
 She gon' throw it at me, you couldn't eat her if she drunk
 These niggas want verses, I don't really give a fuck
 Off juice last night, up early for the truck
 I might buy a 'Vette and go pick two bitches up
 If you think you're fucking with me, then you smoking 51s
 Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me
 I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean
 Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen
 Came up off theft, I ain't never served a-
 Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese
 I can't gas up wit' you, that ain't doing shit for me
 And I mean it when I-, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
 Feel like, in his-, I might give a nigga sixty
 At the set-, cookie, they can smell me in the city
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:01
Key
5
Tempo
124 BPM

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