Walking wit 60

[intro]
[situation slims verse]
Round town pumping this shit’ll get risky
(Uh)
Walk through the hood with like 60
Chemical dust in the air around here like pixy
Mask on we in the kitchen
Niggas out here don’t be standing on code or nun
Then I ain’t boutta hold them up
They with the talking then we trying to fold them up
Casket close them up
I don’t be getting why youngins wanna die about rap
The last one ain’t hit back
I’d rather run up some money and trap than rap
What it been since bruh got cracked
Niggas be gone with the wind
Got his ass gone with the 10
Say sum; bomb it again
Just called this a pharmacy win
Opp bitch told me stop harming her men

They like damn he touchy, kirking, and having
Niggas know it get tragic
Try me in traffic
Play in my mirror for static
Quick to give dumb niggas caskets
Dead niggas ashes
The hope around here just ask
See something nigga I’ll bag him
Catch a opp; trash him
Niggas be loving the flash
Opps hate me because I’m dragging
I’m just trying to run up some money;
Tryna Run up some figures
They gonna hate me because I’m realer
Taking the hits for the skrilla
If we in the jungle then I’m a gorilla

Caught my swag can’t catch this
Take the top off off the check list
This not checkers this chess shit
Problem? Get it off your chest then
He wanna talk so crazy
His bitch tryna have my baby
(You know I had to Grab the draco)
(im rocking this shit like a baby)
This that shit that them youngins gon kill for
Some shit you better have the wheel for
I influence my youngins to kill more
Shooting a movie this shit like a film more
They think I’m doing her wrong
When I never pick up the phone
I left that bitch in the home
I’m up in that car trying to check me a dome
I’m tryna give him a head tap
I’m tryna get in that red eye
Sneaky’s keep smoking that dead guy
Fresh out the feds I’m getting that bed rot
I’m tryna get me a B-RO
Gambling at the casino
Matter off fact pass me that Sino
Too bad they can’t never see bro
Niggas be tryna be men again
Bitches be tryna be friend again
Heart cold call me ice cube because you know I’m all about the Benjamin’s

Round town pumping this shit’ll get risky
(Uh)
Walk through the hood with like 60
Chemical dust in the air around here like pixy
Mask on we in the kitchen
Niggas out here don’t be standing on code or nun
Then I ain’t boutta hold them up
They with the talking then we trying to fold them up
Casket close them up
I don’t be getting why youngins wanna die about rap
The last one ain’t hit back
I’d rather run up some money and trap than rap
What it been since bruh got cracked
Niggas be gone with the wind
Got his ass gone with the 10
Say sum; bomb it again
Just called this a pharmacy win
Opp bitch told me stop harming her men
[Outro]