2500 ft. 6IX! Lyrics

Yeah

Ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yeah

I'm ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yo

I'm ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yuh

We ridin' around town, 25-00, 25-00, yeah

Bitch!

You know we gunning? we keep missles

And fuck that 'lil ass gun you tote, bitch, we don't keep pistols

Hm, and that ARP light his ass up just like christmas

Know my gang get snotty, they'll put that 'lil boy on that wish list

(Huh, huh)

Hop out that big black truck

Big ass tank (Hm)

Keep that pack on me, little bitch you know it's stank

Ha, can't fuck that 'lil ass hoe, she a thottie

I know she rank, ha

And these off white pants up on my legs? yeah, dat shit blank

(Hm, hm, hm)

Real deal pressure I blow bitch, shit ain't plain

And I put the pedal to the metal 'lil bitch, yeah, I swear I go Crane

And I double up all my bullets

Bitch I double up, I go cray

Cartier buff on me, 'lil bitch it's thick

Just like Bane, huh

I'm ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yeah

I'm ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yo

We ridin' round town 25-00, 25-00 yuh

We ridin' around town, 25-00, 25-00, yoo

(Ayee)

(Bitch, would you slide like gang?)

(Bitch, would you slide like a brother?)

(Bitch, would you slide like gang?)

(Bitch, would you slide like a brother?)

(But, why you won't slime wit' me?)

(Huh, huh)

Six

(Bleh!)

(Huh? bleh)

(Huh, bleh)

(Huh, huh, bleh)

(Bleh, bleh)

(Six!)