"General Admission" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
I think you 'bout to change the temperature around this motherfucker with this one
DJ, how they say?
600 Breezy
Iceman 3 Edition
Breezy, talk to them niggas, baby
Ayy, I got all these singles from the crackheads
Baby, I don't need a lap dance, huh
Pay my shorties a couple thousand, a fat fam
Just like your bitches, head weave itchin'
My niggas tapheads, nigga
Ayy, and we can take it back to 2013
We was crackin' cards
Now I'm famous on the Instagram
Fuckin' bitches, yeah, I'm crackin' stars, huh
Four thousand for a feature and a Zapper heart, nigga
Yeah, yeah, I was doin' songs, me and Compound
Just drinkin', smokin' out the pound
Me and my bitch be slidin' out of town
But she don't know we dirty, I can't speed
Drive sturdy, trunk full of pounds
Destinations only, baby, we ain't ridin' 'round, huh
Fuck around and burn through work, this shit lookin' brown
I let the hypes clean the trap just to bust it down
Ain't passin' out, and it's been years since we had a drought
Ain't shit illegal at my mama house, and fuck the clout, huh
Niggas better watch they fuckin' mouth
'Cause we a pull-up where you wet with them 50s and it scorch you out
I'm six reppin', in a function with a MAC-11
I'm poppin' Ross, got your baby mamas in our section, huh
Yellow beam on this thing so I can Pikachu
And I want 63 Gs for two books of Wu
She let me fuck, girl, you know you stuck and I love you boo
I'm ridin' 'round still fucked up, I love her
I got more money than your baby daddy, just to mention
Turkey bags and baking soda boxes in my bitch's kitchen
I came in with them racks and never had a pension
We pull up wavin' with them sticks, shorty start blickin'
Me and Shorty Drew started niggas with that, 'How you blickin', nigga?'
I said, 'Me and Shorty Drew started niggas with that, 'How you blickin', nigga?'
I'm off the road, knocked out of sentence
Been servin' shit all my life and it's safe to mention
You can Google every case I had, none of 'em pendin', huh
None of 'em snitchin', and you ain't got no chicken
Fucked 'em worse than a bunch of bitches, how they walk the switches
Undiamond chains, like Gucci Mane, bitch, we serve chickens
This thwank on me loud as hell like a bag of Crickets
You wanna see how I'm livin', baby, buy a ticket
Bitch, you need general admission to this shit, baby
This the Iceman edition shit, baby
You know how I'm comin', man
Breeze on victory, they know what the fuck goin' on, man
Uh, 2023, '24 shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Free Shorty, shorty, shorty
This is Lil Fab, nigga
Long live, love, lil' nigga
DJ, how they say?
600 Breezy
Iceman 3 Edition
Breezy, talk to them niggas, baby
Ayy, I got all these singles from the crackheads
Baby, I don't need a lap dance, huh
Pay my shorties a couple thousand, a fat fam
Just like your bitches, head weave itchin'
My niggas tapheads, nigga
Ayy, and we can take it back to 2013
We was crackin' cards
Now I'm famous on the Instagram
Fuckin' bitches, yeah, I'm crackin' stars, huh
Four thousand for a feature and a Zapper heart, nigga
Yeah, yeah, I was doin' songs, me and Compound
Just drinkin', smokin' out the pound
Me and my bitch be slidin' out of town
But she don't know we dirty, I can't speed
Drive sturdy, trunk full of pounds
Destinations only, baby, we ain't ridin' 'round, huh
Fuck around and burn through work, this shit lookin' brown
I let the hypes clean the trap just to bust it down
Ain't passin' out, and it's been years since we had a drought
Ain't shit illegal at my mama house, and fuck the clout, huh
Niggas better watch they fuckin' mouth
'Cause we a pull-up where you wet with them 50s and it scorch you out
I'm six reppin', in a function with a MAC-11
I'm poppin' Ross, got your baby mamas in our section, huh
Yellow beam on this thing so I can Pikachu
And I want 63 Gs for two books of Wu
She let me fuck, girl, you know you stuck and I love you boo
I'm ridin' 'round still fucked up, I love her
I got more money than your baby daddy, just to mention
Turkey bags and baking soda boxes in my bitch's kitchen
I came in with them racks and never had a pension
We pull up wavin' with them sticks, shorty start blickin'
Me and Shorty Drew started niggas with that, 'How you blickin', nigga?'
I said, 'Me and Shorty Drew started niggas with that, 'How you blickin', nigga?'
I'm off the road, knocked out of sentence
Been servin' shit all my life and it's safe to mention
You can Google every case I had, none of 'em pendin', huh
None of 'em snitchin', and you ain't got no chicken
Fucked 'em worse than a bunch of bitches, how they walk the switches
Undiamond chains, like Gucci Mane, bitch, we serve chickens
This thwank on me loud as hell like a bag of Crickets
You wanna see how I'm livin', baby, buy a ticket
Bitch, you need general admission to this shit, baby
This the Iceman edition shit, baby
You know how I'm comin', man
Breeze on victory, they know what the fuck goin' on, man
Uh, 2023, '24 shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Free Shorty, shorty, shorty
This is Lil Fab, nigga
Long live, love, lil' nigga
