64' ft. Ty$tick Lyrics

You could fuck around get smoked

Cuz Ill die for mine yo ass better get low

Big dog now they calling me big bro

My bag right ran it up with my kinfolk

We getn doe trap jump like a 6 4

Remember being piss poor

I was fucked up I coulda hit skid row

My young boy ready he wanna kick doors

I dropped the lo I hope you know what u in for

You could lose it all I seen it happen before

If you ain't ready it don't matter if u packing a pole

Shit crazy how it happen I was still in the booth

They hit dude outside the stu I guess he thought it was cute

I'm a full time father so I gotta get home

Play with Blizzy u gone end up in a pac for the low

I ain't switch up I don't know why homies actin like a hoes

I ain't rich but I ain't never going back to been broke

I made more off the depths than I did with the Za

I got different clientele I had to figure it out

I hit Stick he said Let's get it bro this shit don't stop

I pay the plug in all twenties shit be pissin' him off

You could fuck around get smoked

Cuz Ill die for mine yo ass better get low

Big dog now they calling me big bro

My bag right ran it up with my kinfolk

We getn doe trap jump like a 6 4

Remember being piss poor

I was fucked up I coulda hit skid row

My young boy ready he wanna kick doors

I dropped the lo I hope you know what u in for

My uncle had a 64 El Dorado

Everybody love Stick like I'm Ray Romano

I'm from the hood 38th and Chicago

Niggas coppying these trends I don't really like to follow

People change when you getting change

I done seen a lot of thangs through these Carti frames

Bitches leaving all they niggas just to fuck wit the gang

I done lost too many homies ain't nothing the same

I be sliding through the city with my windows down

They was hating back then they loving me now

Any snake shit we see we put under the ground

A couple niggas might die just for fuckin around

You could fuck around get smoked

Cuz Ill die for mine yo ass better get low

Big dog now they calling me big bro

My bag right ran it up with my kinfolk

We getn doe trap jump like a 6 4

Remember being piss poor

I was fucked up I coulda hit skid row

My young boy ready he wanna kick doors

I dropped the lo I hope you know what u in for