Lyrics:
[Intro: Kris Prince]
6! 5! 6! 5! Bitch I'm 6! 5!
6 5, Kris Prince, Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Bitch I need my mask, I need my keys
I need my check, I need
Hillside niggas
All my Lincoln Park niggas, all my tre-8 niggas
All my 4-5 niggas, all my 2-6 niggas
My tre-4 niggas, my 4-8 niggas
All my Eastside
colores
(Get money, get money) yeah, yeah
CB Click bitch six feet deep like Geto Boys
Niños de barrio nacieron adultos, putos
Sus primeras palabras
Verse 1:
I don't do facades, I do 6 car garage/
With a chick named Nicki we don't do Minaj/
She just drive my Bentley like a bougie broad/
cnd I'm
Falls,
You lookin' at the Riverside Slide
Now all a' us folks around Ouray County
Seen a lotta them cold, black nights
When the only thing movin' is a big
my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who
my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who
my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who
them hollow tips as they comin'
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county
Fuck!
Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up
hustle real hard (305, MI-yayo)
Hustlin' hustlin' (uh)
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' (Dade County)
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm (it's Ross)
Everyday
Four counties today, but tomorrow will be three
I'll wake up in the same bed where I'll go to sleep
I'm always on the move, yet I never leave
I run this shit like its cardio
6 figures in my arm reach
Might take a plane out to palm beech
Call me burrito I'm saucy
This just my off season
I
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle,
They pick me out and put me in the county jail
They pick me out and put me in the county jail
They wouldn't even let my woman come and go my bail
fought the law and
I won
The law don't mean shit
If you got the right friends
That's how this county's run
Twinkies are the best friend I ever had
hustle real hard (305, MI-yayo)
Hustlin' hustlin' (uh)
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' (Dade County)
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm (it's Ross)
Everyday
a little magic
Green light take a ride dirt road
Here we go
I feel like the whole wide world is shining down on me
Right off a county road seven
peace officer of the state of texas
Greetings you are hereby Commanded to Arrest
Tyler gregory okonma b m 3
6 91
If to be found in your
County and bring
I'm just tryna get it, taking advantage of all of my minutes
Made it out of clay county, it's something like the trenches
Niggas be snitching
Baby (Wheezy outta here)
Let's go
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell
how I've been humble
Free all my hitta's in the mother fucking county, my mama said she heard I got a bounty head
I just sat and laugh mama tell 'em
developing
Would it be the middle school or ketamine, guess
Left home in the dark, to curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk county's arms
With a bevy of heavy
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle,
headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggas in a car are you
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