Baby Smoove - Sixty (Melo) lyrics

Ayy twenty-two

Bitch, I got it on my own
Ain't nobody do for me
I might’ve slowed down but I
Ain't stopping with the lean
(Ooh, I love TaxFree) bitch, you irritating
Get your number off my screen
Came up off theft
I ain't never served a fiend
Niggas making petty thousands
Tryna up it like it’s cheese
I can't gas up with these niggas
That ain't doing shit for me
And I mean it when I say it
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Feel like Melo in his prime
I might give a nigga sixty
At the set off cookie
They can smell me in the city
Cost a bail to get high


You can't afford my addiction
My mama told me stay up out them streets
I ain't listen
Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute

Hell nah, we ain't the same
I put pressure on these niggas
Hell nah, this ain’t a game
They’ll do the extra 'bout a nigga
Hell yeah, when I’m rich
I'ma act a little different
Send a picture of you
It's a week before you missing
I can't fold nor break
You won’t mush nor taste
And your bitch rap my song
Tryna make her lil' face
You better keep her close before
I take your lil' place
I got used to these risks
When I work I feel safe
I cannot fuck with you lazy ass niggas
I will never love these trifling ass bitches
As kids we was taught
That snitches get stitches
So why in the fuck is
Y'all hanging with these niggas?
You niggas just around
You ain't never made a difference
I ain't really with that broke shit
It's a sickness
I'm really in my Goyard, nigga
You the witness if you can't take the heat
Get the fuck up out the kitchen

Bitch, I got it on my own
Ain't nobody do for me
I might've slowed down but I
Ain't stopping with the lean
Bitch, you irritating
Get your number off my screen
Came up off theft
I ain't never served a fiend
Niggas making petty thousands
Tryna up it like it's cheese
I can't gas up with these niggas
That ain't doing shit for me
And I mean it when I say it
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Feel like Melo in his prime
I might give a nigga sixty
At the set off cookie
They can smell me in the city
Cost a bail to get high
You can't afford my addiction
My mama told me stay up out them streets
I ain't listen
Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute

Bidding wars with these labels
But I'm staying independent
If you owe a nigga cheese
Pay it off or it's interest
Brodie fell asleep off the juice, he a victim
P drop, Triple S, shit
I might grab some with him
Where the Percocets? Shit
I think I want me one
I just bought a eight and put
A line inside my cup i was making plays
You was playing with a slut
She gon' throw it at me
You couldn't eat her if she drunk
These niggas want verses
I don't really give a fuck
Off juice last night, up early for the truck
I might buy a 'Vette and
Go pick two bitches up
If you think you fucking with
Me then you smoking 51s

Bitch, I got it on my own
Ain't nobody do for me
I might've slowed down but I
Ain't stopping with the lean
Bitch, you irritating
Get your number off my screen
Came up off theft, I ain't never served a
Niggas making petty thousands
Tryna up it like it's cheese
I can't gas up wit' you
That ain't doing shit for me
And I mean it when I
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Feel like, in his, I might give a nigga sixty
At the set, cookie
They can smell me in the city