"Stoughton Rd" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
(feat. Glizzy P & G Skrilla)
Ah yeah, come on
Tell that bitch like, 'Hold on, let me fuck'
Yellin' at my, he on the way, I told him, 'Hurry up'
Yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah
Oh, it's holiday season, nigga (gang, gang, gang)
Cut it to a bad bitch like, 'Hold on, let me fuck'
Yellin' at my, hype, I'm in a rush, I told him, 'Hurry up'
Pull up on that bitch and ask R.T.S. if she stole his truck
She gon' stick it in her and her friends 'cause them hoes know what's up
I pull on they block and walk 'em down like, 'Who was sayin' what?'
This bitch look like a clown with all that makeup, Marilyn Manson
I cut some cheeks, then I'm straight out the door, I gotta grab somethin' (I gotta grab somethin')
She keep takin' my phone like, 'You my man? I thought you had one' (yeah)
MPD, I left them in the dust, they thought they had one (had one)
Jump on the curb, I'm makin' this bitch swerve, I got the dash jump
Soon as this lil' bitch get on my nerves, watch how I stab on her
Slide for ten, right in this bitch face, watch how I stash on her
Swap you in, ride in this new straight, I'm doin' the dash on her
Bitch a ten, nut on that bitch face and then I'll last on her
Uh-uh-uh, and I'm scratchin' in this bitch, I'm pressin' on the gas
I'm sellin' glass, thirty in the forty, I glibly fap his ass
I'm George Gervaison, you better hide your gun
Boolin' with your baby mama, cool it, I'm playin' with your son
Twenty thousand on the light date, that shit'll get you gone, nigga
And I got that riches junkin' on, I'm feelin' on the bows
Like they hoes, I slam like Derrick Rose
Scale on with the flip phone and it got touch tone
This nigga just called with thirty-two hundred, slammin' down Stoughton Road
Huh, yeah, slammin' down, uh-huh
If it's beef, we spend like Rollie-Polly, try drop him like the money
Kick a door, kick a door, that's how these niggas know me
Orange, yellow, red diamonds, shit like Mazda Choli
Yo, you watch that Zoo shit, these pockets fat as Rollie
I got five grams for fifty, make the hatties OD
Make that bitch pull out her titties, said she think she know me
If my bitch find out 'bout this, she gon' think I'm cheatin'
Knockin' hatties, two-three in the mornin', this bitch really ringin'
Can't avoid it, chichi gettin' annoying, said she really need it
I'ma keep snortin', been right on his corner, tax her 'fore she cheat shit
My bitch gorgeous, buy her what she order 'cause she not a cheap bitch
Michael Jordan, don't jump out the back, this shit'll leave you seachess
Wow, damn, that's a nigga
Tell that bitch like, 'Hold on, let me fuck'
Yellin' at my, he on the way, I told him, 'Hurry up'
Yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah
Oh, it's holiday season, nigga (gang, gang, gang)
Cut it to a bad bitch like, 'Hold on, let me fuck'
Yellin' at my, hype, I'm in a rush, I told him, 'Hurry up'
Pull up on that bitch and ask R.T.S. if she stole his truck
She gon' stick it in her and her friends 'cause them hoes know what's up
I pull on they block and walk 'em down like, 'Who was sayin' what?'
This bitch look like a clown with all that makeup, Marilyn Manson
I cut some cheeks, then I'm straight out the door, I gotta grab somethin' (I gotta grab somethin')
She keep takin' my phone like, 'You my man? I thought you had one' (yeah)
MPD, I left them in the dust, they thought they had one (had one)
Jump on the curb, I'm makin' this bitch swerve, I got the dash jump
Soon as this lil' bitch get on my nerves, watch how I stab on her
Slide for ten, right in this bitch face, watch how I stash on her
Swap you in, ride in this new straight, I'm doin' the dash on her
Bitch a ten, nut on that bitch face and then I'll last on her
Uh-uh-uh, and I'm scratchin' in this bitch, I'm pressin' on the gas
I'm sellin' glass, thirty in the forty, I glibly fap his ass
I'm George Gervaison, you better hide your gun
Boolin' with your baby mama, cool it, I'm playin' with your son
Twenty thousand on the light date, that shit'll get you gone, nigga
And I got that riches junkin' on, I'm feelin' on the bows
Like they hoes, I slam like Derrick Rose
Scale on with the flip phone and it got touch tone
This nigga just called with thirty-two hundred, slammin' down Stoughton Road
Huh, yeah, slammin' down, uh-huh
If it's beef, we spend like Rollie-Polly, try drop him like the money
Kick a door, kick a door, that's how these niggas know me
Orange, yellow, red diamonds, shit like Mazda Choli
Yo, you watch that Zoo shit, these pockets fat as Rollie
I got five grams for fifty, make the hatties OD
Make that bitch pull out her titties, said she think she know me
If my bitch find out 'bout this, she gon' think I'm cheatin'
Knockin' hatties, two-three in the mornin', this bitch really ringin'
Can't avoid it, chichi gettin' annoying, said she really need it
I'ma keep snortin', been right on his corner, tax her 'fore she cheat shit
My bitch gorgeous, buy her what she order 'cause she not a cheap bitch
Michael Jordan, don't jump out the back, this shit'll leave you seachess
Wow, damn, that's a nigga
