LP Rambo - SixFive SixFive lyrics
[LP Rambo - SixFive SixFive lyrics]
Came from the six five
Living this life? Got ya shit right? Yea
Might miss one time, ''6 you tryna hit his
Ass this time?'' Yea
Post up your guns, But I know
You really tryna get by, yea
6 from six five, Ima make sure
You get it this time, yea
30 round clip in my arm, You tryna
Flex you get hit in your arm, yea
Get in more beef than a farm
Either way nobody touching this charm, yea
Lil niggas what is you on, Play with your
Life and I might get it pawned, yea
Hundred shooters in your lawn yea, Police
Come all of them gone, yea
Metal on my hip, like my shit prosthetic
We can skip the talking cause we
Know where this is headed
2 liter my beverage
Ain't front me I just get it
No casting I'm just with it
No pastence but I did it
She tryna be the First Lady
I spoil like she Michelle
Not discussing blue strips I can't
Hear you like I'm Helen
My new bitch be dyking fucking
Bitches like she Ellen
Thought that shit would take off
Just by calling yourself 7
Lil 6 bless your trap
Like a motherfucking reverend
I possess more metal then um who, Kevin 11
We can turn real childish find your
House and I might egg it
Bitch get on your knees for the
Dick just like you begging
In school with the ganja I
Get by nobodys checking
Can't handle these bitches man
These bitches too relentless
Came from the six five
Living this life? Got ya shit right? Yea
Might miss one time, ''6 you tryna hit his
Ass this time?'' Yea
Post up your guns, But I know
You really tryna get by, yea
6 from six five, Ima make sure
You get it this time, yea
30 round clip in my arm, You tryna
Flex you get hit in your arm, yea
Get in more beef than a farm
Either way nobody touching this charm, yea
Lil niggas what is you on, Play with your
Life and I might get it pawned, yea
Hundred shooters in your lawn yea, Police
Come all of them gone, yea
Living this life? Got ya shit right? Yea
Might miss one time, ''6 you tryna hit his
Ass this time?'' Yea
Post up your guns, But I know
You really tryna get by, yea
6 from six five, Ima make sure
You get it this time, yea
30 round clip in my arm, You tryna
Flex you get hit in your arm, yea
Get in more beef than a farm
Either way nobody touching this charm, yea
Lil niggas what is you on, Play with your
Life and I might get it pawned, yea
Hundred shooters in your lawn yea, Police
Come all of them gone, yea
Metal on my hip, like my shit prosthetic
We can skip the talking cause we
Know where this is headed
2 liter my beverage
Ain't front me I just get it
No casting I'm just with it
No pastence but I did it
She tryna be the First Lady
I spoil like she Michelle
Not discussing blue strips I can't
Hear you like I'm Helen
My new bitch be dyking fucking
Bitches like she Ellen
Thought that shit would take off
Just by calling yourself 7
Lil 6 bless your trap
Like a motherfucking reverend
I possess more metal then um who, Kevin 11
We can turn real childish find your
House and I might egg it
Bitch get on your knees for the
Dick just like you begging
In school with the ganja I
Get by nobodys checking
Can't handle these bitches man
These bitches too relentless
Came from the six five
Living this life? Got ya shit right? Yea
Might miss one time, ''6 you tryna hit his
Ass this time?'' Yea
Post up your guns, But I know
You really tryna get by, yea
6 from six five, Ima make sure
You get it this time, yea
30 round clip in my arm, You tryna
Flex you get hit in your arm, yea
Get in more beef than a farm
Either way nobody touching this charm, yea
Lil niggas what is you on, Play with your
Life and I might get it pawned, yea
Hundred shooters in your lawn yea, Police
Come all of them gone, yea