6haunt - Left lyrics
[6haunt - Left lyrics]
To my mans, he do the rest
Feds always watching
Swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy
We cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud
Everywhere you look a card
My r-r-room a mess
(freaky moaning)
Blick!
(freaky moaning continues)
She talkin' dumb onto the next
Only came here
For the head and nothing less
Walked in, got a bag, and then I left
See something swinging cross yo neck
Just give it up before you pressed
You think it's sweet
Give like one call up to my mans
He do the rest
Feds always watching
Swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy
We cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud
Everywhere you look a card
My room a mess
I been runnin' round, chasin' bucks
You only cool with him for clout
But you not up, lil boy, that sucks
I heard you talkin' to a fed
You said one word, boy, that's too much
And you wonder why yo homie a new strain
You talkin' tough
(freaky moaning)
Blick!
(freaky moaning continues)
She talkin' dumb onto the next
Only came here
For the head and nothing less
Walked in, got a bag, and then I left
See something swinging cross yo neck
Just give it up before you pressed
You think it's sweet
Give like one call up to my mans
He do the rest
Feds always watching, swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy, we cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud, everywhere you look a card
My room a mess
I been runnin' round, chasin' bucks
You only cool with him for clout
But you not up, lil boy, that sucks
I heard you talkin' to a fed
You said one word, boy, that's too much
And you wonder why yo homie a new strain
You talkin' tough
(freaky moaning)
Blick
(freaky moaning continues)
Feds always watching
Swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy
We cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud
Everywhere you look a card
My r-r-room a mess
(freaky moaning)
Blick!
(freaky moaning continues)
She talkin' dumb onto the next
Only came here
For the head and nothing less
Walked in, got a bag, and then I left
See something swinging cross yo neck
Just give it up before you pressed
You think it's sweet
Give like one call up to my mans
He do the rest
Feds always watching
Swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy
We cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud
Everywhere you look a card
My room a mess
I been runnin' round, chasin' bucks
You only cool with him for clout
But you not up, lil boy, that sucks
I heard you talkin' to a fed
You said one word, boy, that's too much
And you wonder why yo homie a new strain
You talkin' tough
(freaky moaning)
Blick!
(freaky moaning continues)
She talkin' dumb onto the next
Only came here
For the head and nothing less
Walked in, got a bag, and then I left
See something swinging cross yo neck
Just give it up before you pressed
You think it's sweet
Give like one call up to my mans
He do the rest
Feds always watching, swear I hate 12
Boy, I can't get no rest
We catch that boy, we cut his fingers off
He cannot throw no set
I'm doing fraud, everywhere you look a card
My room a mess
I been runnin' round, chasin' bucks
You only cool with him for clout
But you not up, lil boy, that sucks
I heard you talkin' to a fed
You said one word, boy, that's too much
And you wonder why yo homie a new strain
You talkin' tough
(freaky moaning)
Blick
(freaky moaning continues)