1960 Lyrics

Yeah coming in

Uh

DIP FA$E

Yeah some passer by gih mistreat me like shit

Yeah, some pussy got some taste to it submit

Yo touch to my skin down in Houston

Bangin' screwston, bitch, I'm packin' bags

No tax for me, baby, may, you come sit down

Come relax with me, stacks on stacks off

Of, the pave my flow make

Them bitch-ass bitches stank

Push your back on my etta not the jetta

Kiss your lips, make my lips stained

Maxed out, drip, catch your eyes, make your bitch flip

Sides she not for you or for me

Condescending, hollow bitch brains

So commonly, so common

I can list the names down in the comments

But I ain't no snitch

Shit comin' through, what it do

Dap me up and Dap me up and celebrate

Bake nd shake, two hoes, goh wake me up

Wake and bake

making paper, push them out my way

Hoe, driving down 1960 on that highway

May seem like you don't want it, but you'll never have it

Stay down low, try to clean my habits

Dope fiend eyes looking red, I'm faded than a bitch

But it's my personal medical, synthetical shit

That make me wink eyes twitching

Throw up in the kitchen sink

I'm fucked up, out my mind

Sit down low, write mo flows down

Sitting patient, pushing pounds

Sitting talking loud, overhear me

Hearing sounds, make me bugging, so troubling

I won't take this shit, I told them don't

Think so quick, you don't know what you getting in

So go on yo separate way