65 Bars Lyrics

Aye ima just freestyle this whole shit, Don't cut it off jus listen

Jaay2euce! Hmm

.45's a couple Glock nine's we keep a few sticks

And I ain't never worried about the opps 'cus they don't do shit

I don't want my old hoes, them bitches weak I need a new bitch

And I just poured me up a four shit I'm finna pour a deuce in

Make it six, I like to sip

If I want her, I take his bitch

How the fuck this nigga stepping, I know he ain't taking trips

If you want it go take a risk

I told brodie to pass the tris

And I just rolled another opp now we blowing him in the wind

Road running chasing the money ain't going back broke

And I don't want the bitch 'cus she remind me of my last hoe

Two.23 spitting out the choppa and broke his back bone

Mr. boogie down, you see me out I got a fat pole

Johnnies hit the lights, we do the dash 'cus it's sticks in this bitch

I just poured a Kobe deuce, four it's a six in this bitch

Wocky in the sprite, I pour it up make it dark as the tint

Sliding in a foreign sipping wock in a AMG Benz

Ice in the cup, just poured me four I'm leaning

Johnnies get on me, I'm doing the dash I'm speeding

Swerving through lanes, stumping the gas I'm floating

Bitch I'm a trophy, if see a opp I'm blowing

I can feel my heart getting colder

Taking perks, sipping wock, to get the pain off my shoulders

Let a nigga diss the gang, we knock his face off his shoulders

You will never see me change, I'll be the same when I'm older

I'ma always be same me

Love it, or you hate me

Can't let these niggas take me

Got a glizzy with no safety

And the choppa holding 80

These niggas know about the gang, Fatbeezy doing niggas janky

And I be dogging bitches out, cus I can't let these bitches play me

Money over bitches, family over money

Choppa bullet hit his stomach, now he shitting out his tummy

All my niggas really stepping, we be doing niggas ugly

And I just got another sprite and poured a four and made it muddy

How the fuck you popping it on live about some street shit

Tell 'em they can keep my old hoe cus she weak bitch

I can never let them take me out I gotta keep blick

How you tryna pop it about a bitch that like to eat dick

She like daddy you trophy

She know I ain't worried about the opps I got it on me

Put a switchy on the glizzy, leave him twitching like he Smokey

I ain't never need nobody, I been rocking by my lonely

Keep it real if I was you and seen me out I'd try to smoke me

Cus when I catch you that's yo ass

I got 30 in the glizzy and the switchy spittin fast

Bitch I'm jimmy with this blicky see a opp I gotta blast

Catch a nigga while he shopping we go pop him like a tag

She steady talking about she love me, ion wanna hear it

And bitch I'm sipping on some wocky, not no fucking beer

Steady tryna tell me how you feel, I don't fucking care

Johnnies on my ass I told them niggas I wasn't fucking there

Shit ion know shit

30 in the glizzy walk him down and shoot the whole clip

How the fuck he stepping and he acting like a whole bitch

Brodie got the .nine but I'ma pop him with this .45th

Yo nigga ain't really getting money, posting old chip

Yo nigga ain't really gettin pape, them is throwbacks

Finesse gang, bopping on the beat like I'm Kodak

Opps in the wood, yea they gone but they know that

Nigga pockets empty, but he asking where the hoes at

Gas the beat, no hook

Dead homies

Two.23's hit his face, put your hands on me

Brodie tryna walk a nigga down, I put a bag on you

Hot head, careful what you say cus I'll flash on you

Dead homies

Alright I'm done