Tony Shhnow - 6...45 (THE TRUTH) lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - 6...45 THE TRUTH lyrics]
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
I ain't wanna do this, nigga
You brought this on yourself, pussy-ass nigga
(Ayy, tell Columbia I need my invoice, man)
Ayy (I need like 400, nigga)
Bitch-ass nigga, yeah, ayy
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
(DJ Nick Exclusive)
What type of nigga get a
Chain of another nigga tat?
What type of nigga rich but mom
Still live in a shack?
I fucked your baby mama and
I know you hate that
I'm still that same nigga from that hood
You can't go back
I might call Zod up and do
A drill with your strap
Matter of fact, call that bitch in LA
Get your bracelet back
I was making drops in the
Trap before we made Crack
I'm a dog, he a pussy
I ain't beefing with no rat
Street nigga, I am no rap artist
We bag 'em like Publix
Turn this shop to a target
How you pillow talk and still ain't
Get no pussy? You pitiful
I'd never pay a rat bitch
To dance in my video (DJ Nick)
10 pulled up, you called 12
Then you point like Arsenio
Same nigga called my phone
Need a gun for his visual
Called your manager when 95 pulled up
Said it was critical
"Please fly me to New York, man
This some shit I ain't wanna get into"
Bitch-ass nigga, Cottonelle, Snuggle
Downy Fabric soft-ass nigga
You beat your bitch 'cause she
Don't listen when you talk, lil' nigga
When I met you you wore Filas and Lacoste
Lil' nigga
The streets love me, they hate you
And that ain't my fault, lil' nigga
You ain't rich, nigga, your
Head could get bought, lil' nigga
I'm concrete, don't get put
Inside that chalk, lil' nigga
He talking reckless off that Wock'
He must be tipsy i'd never get on stage
Shout out niggas that just dissed me
Same nigga came in Blood
Now he Cripping like he Nipsey
Now he Blood again 'cause Crips found out
He got robbed by some bitches
This shit ridiculous
This boy get checked so many times
Would've thought he had a sickness
No, I ain't beefing with you rap guys
My shooter Subway, he just wrap nines
When that bitch took water from you
You got baptized
In Da Trap but you know damn
Well that that trap mine
Yeah, soft-ass nigga bitch-ass nigga
Lil'-voice-ass nigga
Fuck wrong with you, nigga
Domestic violence, beating your bitch ass
Nigga fuck wrong with you, I'd never put
My hands on a bitch, nigga
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
Call that bitch, told her that you- you good
You feel me? You don't gotta worry 'bout
That nigga no more, man
I ain't wanna do this, nigga
You brought this on yourself, pussy-ass nigga
(Ayy, tell Columbia I need my invoice, man)
Ayy (I need like 400, nigga)
Bitch-ass nigga, yeah, ayy
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
(DJ Nick Exclusive)
What type of nigga get a
Chain of another nigga tat?
What type of nigga rich but mom
Still live in a shack?
I fucked your baby mama and
I know you hate that
I'm still that same nigga from that hood
You can't go back
I might call Zod up and do
A drill with your strap
Matter of fact, call that bitch in LA
Get your bracelet back
I was making drops in the
Trap before we made Crack
I'm a dog, he a pussy
I ain't beefing with no rat
Street nigga, I am no rap artist
We bag 'em like Publix
Turn this shop to a target
How you pillow talk and still ain't
Get no pussy? You pitiful
I'd never pay a rat bitch
To dance in my video (DJ Nick)
10 pulled up, you called 12
Then you point like Arsenio
Same nigga called my phone
Need a gun for his visual
Called your manager when 95 pulled up
Said it was critical
"Please fly me to New York, man
This some shit I ain't wanna get into"
Bitch-ass nigga, Cottonelle, Snuggle
Downy Fabric soft-ass nigga
You beat your bitch 'cause she
Don't listen when you talk, lil' nigga
When I met you you wore Filas and Lacoste
Lil' nigga
The streets love me, they hate you
And that ain't my fault, lil' nigga
You ain't rich, nigga, your
Head could get bought, lil' nigga
I'm concrete, don't get put
Inside that chalk, lil' nigga
He talking reckless off that Wock'
He must be tipsy i'd never get on stage
Shout out niggas that just dissed me
Same nigga came in Blood
Now he Cripping like he Nipsey
Now he Blood again 'cause Crips found out
He got robbed by some bitches
This shit ridiculous
This boy get checked so many times
Would've thought he had a sickness
No, I ain't beefing with you rap guys
My shooter Subway, he just wrap nines
When that bitch took water from you
You got baptized
In Da Trap but you know damn
Well that that trap mine
Yeah, soft-ass nigga bitch-ass nigga
Lil'-voice-ass nigga
Fuck wrong with you, nigga
Domestic violence, beating your bitch ass
Nigga fuck wrong with you, I'd never put
My hands on a bitch, nigga
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
Call that bitch, told her that you- you good
You feel me? You don't gotta worry 'bout
That nigga no more, man