"055 To 066" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
(feat. Bsf Tone 066)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas already know how I give it up, man
Y'all niggas ain't better than me, man
I do what the fuck I wanna do with this rap shit, man
Y'all niggas can't put me in no box
These are the real [?]
Stone
I'm coming home to a better bitch
My bitch gon' break the law, and, until I'm fuckin rich
Can't let them derail me
[?]
I told 'em I'm legit rollin Backwoods while I'm running clips
[?]
I'm in New York you know my belt dimey, yeah, with the Louis Timbs
Chain got through these jams I hope God respect all my newer sins
Cussin' on a rich hoe, that's how you surely win
I had to bag a new bitch every year to get through the ten
This shit flyin' by, you see me through the ten
Cubas ten, that first six figures I made I blew, I knew the risk
That first circumference from Hollywood, I ran through the shit
You seen it clubbin' in the cobbler store, you know them toolies in
I got some other shooters in the parkin' lot, they Uber then
All they do is bend, shoot, dice, and buy all this newest shrimp
Performed niggas you don't get no money, yell front
You wave it at the screen, crack this in like it's duck Hunt
All she get from me is petty cash and stuff blunt
If I bought a bag, she can't pay for it on bus runs
They cut petty for it and she bought a plus one
She don't eat no dick before she hit the store
She don't touch none, fuck
Fuck, I look like?
Go off of that shit?
We was sippin' White Lightnin', now there's 45 bottles
Bitches sprayin' down pages, I sold four or five novels
War of the Reign on the yard, Duff pointed them out, I got them
Three hoes in this torso, shit lookin' like I shot them
Now how the fuck I get these blessings?
I was raised 'round these heathens
Diamonds had the holy war
Angels versus demons
Knock-knock on heaven's door
Blame Him to the cement
What's a clown to a God?
This shit like Trump mack and Jesus
Yeah
You see the signs, swarming throwing them lotus
Two whores doors, opening up like they're going shoulders
I'm a warlord, I start a fire to burn the clovers
Your bitch done, she dipped with half a blunt in a soda
Damn
Black Soprano, we got plans out here
There's some shit you can't fight like YN's out here
Too many rats, grown men behind the lens out here
Be careful who you call your friends out here
And free Duffel, nigga
Yeah, big 066 motherfucker
Free the Duffel, nigga
My nigga Duffel
[?]
Like Soprano
I'm 'a talk my shit, dog
Yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas already know how I give it up, man
Y'all niggas ain't better than me, man
I do what the fuck I wanna do with this rap shit, man
Y'all niggas can't put me in no box
These are the real [?]
Stone
I'm coming home to a better bitch
My bitch gon' break the law, and, until I'm fuckin rich
Can't let them derail me
[?]
I told 'em I'm legit rollin Backwoods while I'm running clips
[?]
I'm in New York you know my belt dimey, yeah, with the Louis Timbs
Chain got through these jams I hope God respect all my newer sins
Cussin' on a rich hoe, that's how you surely win
I had to bag a new bitch every year to get through the ten
This shit flyin' by, you see me through the ten
Cubas ten, that first six figures I made I blew, I knew the risk
That first circumference from Hollywood, I ran through the shit
You seen it clubbin' in the cobbler store, you know them toolies in
I got some other shooters in the parkin' lot, they Uber then
All they do is bend, shoot, dice, and buy all this newest shrimp
Performed niggas you don't get no money, yell front
You wave it at the screen, crack this in like it's duck Hunt
All she get from me is petty cash and stuff blunt
If I bought a bag, she can't pay for it on bus runs
They cut petty for it and she bought a plus one
She don't eat no dick before she hit the store
She don't touch none, fuck
Fuck, I look like?
Go off of that shit?
We was sippin' White Lightnin', now there's 45 bottles
Bitches sprayin' down pages, I sold four or five novels
War of the Reign on the yard, Duff pointed them out, I got them
Three hoes in this torso, shit lookin' like I shot them
Now how the fuck I get these blessings?
I was raised 'round these heathens
Diamonds had the holy war
Angels versus demons
Knock-knock on heaven's door
Blame Him to the cement
What's a clown to a God?
This shit like Trump mack and Jesus
Yeah
You see the signs, swarming throwing them lotus
Two whores doors, opening up like they're going shoulders
I'm a warlord, I start a fire to burn the clovers
Your bitch done, she dipped with half a blunt in a soda
Damn
Black Soprano, we got plans out here
There's some shit you can't fight like YN's out here
Too many rats, grown men behind the lens out here
Be careful who you call your friends out here
And free Duffel, nigga
Yeah, big 066 motherfucker
Free the Duffel, nigga
My nigga Duffel
[?]
Like Soprano
I'm 'a talk my shit, dog
