60 Mins ft. Roley Myls Lyrics

Yeah, it don't take sixty minutes just to know them bullets ours

Wetting up the whole block, givin' niggas showers

QB gon beatbox, spot him, we got him

Codeine, that wockhardt, straight from that doctor

Double G, print coat, Gucci, my collar

I don't trust shit, not even my papa

Niggas want smoke, so niggas gon' pop him

I get, I get, I get high

I get the block litt, 4th of July

You can get parked if you ain't ready to ride

Leasing these hoes, ain't none of them mine

If it ain't about guap, can't pay it no mind

Ray Charles trappin', peep through the blinds

12-0 comin', run straight out the side

I fuck that bitch while we listen to slow jam

And when I'm in it, she know I go ham

Lonch Myls shit, get with the program

Roley TP, bitch, you know, that's a slogan

I fuck that bitch while we listen to slow jam

She wanna drink all day, Lindsey Lohan

She better dip, this shit ain't no lamb

I ain't no bitch, I ain't runnin' from no man

Runnin' from no, I had to go, tuck it

He never did nothin

Aim at his bitch, fuck it

Do you miss me? I don't miss nothin

He say he did somethin

Stop all the cap, boy you big frontin

I am not with tussling,

Don't wanna talk, fuck a discussion

I get, I get, I get even

Say that you love me, but what's the meanin'

Say that you for me, you probably schemin

Please do not test, cause I'm a beam it

My finger itchin', you know I'm fiendin

Everybody sayin' that they a demon

I don't believe it

If it ain't sitchy, won't go then

Niggas be rats, roaches, and rodents

Roley, said get with the program

Certified steppa, put it on foenem

Them niggas targets, throw there

Why this bitch actin' so weird

We catch a opp, oh yeah

We catch a opp, oh yeah

Don't need a green card to end up on citizen

Fuck a new era, ain't fittin' in

Brand new pack, don't reminisce

Bundling, guap stack, dividend

I'm in the cut like a stitch

We makin' moves like Lilo and Stitch

Why the fuck a boy wanna diss

Prince probably fucked on this bitch