Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6 Figure Trips, artist - Berner. Album song El Chivo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
6 Figure Trips |
Yeah |
Coz, what up? |
Yeah |
Oh, we gon' bring it back to that Weekend at Bernie’s vibe |
This old school, man, 2009 shit |
Ayy, keep your eyes out my pockets, beggars make me sick |
That boy lost in the bottle, can’t control his own clique |
Boy, I’m mainy with a clean 380, I won’t miss |
Yeah, Biscotti’s played out, I’d rather smoke Cheetah Piss |
European whips but my bucket ride smoother |
In a car full of shooters, paranoid while I maneuver |
Your bitch look good but all the homies ran through her |
Pass the big homie up, used to treat me like a loser, wow |
This the sound your favorite artist run from |
The real shit for the slum, rub the dope on my gums |
A-1 pink coke in a mink coat |
I couldn’t be broke, I’m burning clean smoke |
Trust me, they don’t love me, they just wanna see me fall |
But it’s like I hit a lick every single fall |
Outdoor dips, greenhouse boomin' |
The whole block smell when my shit start bloomin' |
Seven acres had my whole team eatin' |
'Til the shit got popped, he was sendin' work to Cleveland |
I tried to tell the homies keep it on the low |
When the money come, everybody know |
We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking |
Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again |
Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again |
'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again |
We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking |
Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again |
Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again |
'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again |
I’m a street survivalist, been on the grind for this |
When it come to the fam, ain’t no question, I’ll die for this |
Back when I was broke, shit, they laughed in my face |
So I started young, stackin' my cake, trafficking weight |
In the presence of legends, I felt blessed since my adolescence |
Knew my time’d come one day, I always had the essence |
In the Maybach, foggy from the Cubano smoke |
Born to be rich, how I’ma wake up tomorrow broke? |
Mind on a franchise, close friends lost ties |
'Cause all the love’s lost once you cross sides |
Got respect for the game, 'cause I came from it |
But traumatized and can’t explain the pain from it |
There was days I was down, I felt my hopes slipping |
Now I got my own vision and my approach different |
Dope by the boat, Pacino and El Chivo |
Fuck a job, where I’m from you either rap or sell kilos |
We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking |
Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again |
Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again |
'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again |
We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking |
Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again |
Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again |
'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again |