Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Six-0 Business , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Six-0 Business |
| Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em |
| Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my jeans (Ha, ha, ha) |
| A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga |
| like a thot, I give you (Ha, ha, ha, ha) |
| Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it’s Hillfiger |
| I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha) |
| Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em |
| Homie, I don’t wanna sip that lean |
| Shut down they block, you know we rock out with them poles, we 'bout all that |
| drama |
| They beef with us, you best believe his casket closed (Uh-uh, ha) |
| Without no rubber, I be fuckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama (Ha, ha, ha) |
| Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner |
| Ha, bad bitch, treat her like she average |
| Hit it from the back, I’m tryna nut all on your mattress |
| Then I ride 'round with that static |
| Chrome Heart, big ratchets |
| Money on yo' dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (Ha) |
| Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot |
| I’m smokin' dope, all out my body feeling just like AI |
| We don’t give a fuck 'bout who you murked because that pussy dead now |
| All 'bout the Ralphy on a shirt, we spin they block then I’m fine |
| Glock 27, murder weapon, them pussies better be careful |
| All on his block where we be steppin', we jumpin' from out a Tesla |
| But I’m on FOX 5, all that rappin', that pussy nigga gon' catch 'em |
| Extensions stalk, G23, 'bout my Jesus piece it’s whatever |
| It’s on now, one in the head, my .45 |
| Got niggas dead on both sides |
| I’m goin' fed, so tell them niggas, «Come try me» |
| Them Robin jeans got angel wings |
| Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne |
| .238's, we leave a stain |
| Bitch, this a Hellcat not a |
| I love to see her wrist bling |
| That’s my bitch, by her you stank |
| 'Til I’m dead, I ain’t gon' change |
| I’ma take these meds and sip this drank |
| From the dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip 'nem be my brothers |
| I look like Batman, brand new double-R my favorite color |
| Bitch, I’m a black man, we gon' dump the Glock, and after that it’s in the |
| trash can |
| I can’t be listenin' to my momma, lightly |
| I be traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and, man |
| All on my side, we 'bout the drama, play with us, I’ma drop |
| I’ma send a up to heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing |
| Fall out with that Smith and Wesson |
| That Jump Out Drac' opps, fuck a lover |
| Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny |
| Ain’t murder yet, but, boy, get ready |
| Down in the ground just like some treasure |
| You know that we be throwin' extra (Yeah, yeah) |
| Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em |
| Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my jeans (Ha, ha, ha) |
| A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga |
| like a thot, I give you (Ha, ha, ha, ha) |
| Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it’s Hillfiger |
| I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha) |
| Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em |
| Homie, I don’t wanna sip that lean |