"60k" lyrics
Yeah, man, tell they ass check on Q50, man, they done parked his shit down there
Go, long live Lil Jeff, LAX with a Drac'
Ain't tryna eat dick, get the fuck out my face
St. Louis still mad I took 60K
Fuck it now, let's talk about pape'
Broke ass opps, next funeral I'ma pay
When Slick beat his body, comin' home to a chain
Ballin' out with a 50, nigga, how I got my name
Can't say I ain't put on for the gang
Wanna hang around me? Nigga, go and bust a brain
You ain't never caught a body, lil' nigga, you a lame
Me and Murda tryna turn a rap nigga to a stain
My opps, they die in the 'Raq
Four drills 'til you whacked, tell niggas, "Get back"
Talkin' 'bout sixty shots, nigga, I ain't gotta scrap
I was posted like I'm dead but I'm up on a jet
What the fuck I look like letting a lame ass nigga from St. Louis make me a hat?
(He's a fuckin' white boy) Don't be surprised when his ass get stretched
Sold six pounds of the salt out of town goofs thought his ass was tryna buy meth
I seen 'em postin' Hawk, dead ass bitch, had to tell his ass, "Bust that left"
A nigga died from every hood that spoke on Jeff, who wanna meet the reaper next?
I was on FaceTime when **** got caught, it felt like I was there
A young turnt nigga like me startin' to feel immortal, 'cause a nigga keep escapin' death
They could've got an E for effort, but they got F, folk, get the fuck up out of here
Go, long live Lil Jeff, LAX with a Drac'
Ain't tryna eat dick, get the fuck out my face
St. Louis still mad I took 60K
Fuck it now, let's talk about pape'
Broke ass opps, next funeral I'ma pay
When Slick beat his body, comin' home to a chain
Ballin' out with a 50, nigga, how I got my name
Go, long live Lil Jeff, LAX with a Drac'
Ain't tryna eat dick, get the fuck out my face
St. Louis still mad I took 60K
Fuck it now, let's talk about pape'
Broke ass opps, next funeral I'ma pay
When Slick beat his body, comin' home to a chain
Ballin' out with a 50, nigga, how I got my name
Can't say I ain't put on for the gang
Wanna hang around me? Nigga, go and bust a brain
You ain't never caught a body, lil' nigga, you a lame
Me and Murda tryna turn a rap nigga to a stain
My opps, they die in the 'Raq
Four drills 'til you whacked, tell niggas, "Get back"
Talkin' 'bout sixty shots, nigga, I ain't gotta scrap
I was posted like I'm dead but I'm up on a jet
What the fuck I look like letting a lame ass nigga from St. Louis make me a hat?
(He's a fuckin' white boy) Don't be surprised when his ass get stretched
Sold six pounds of the salt out of town goofs thought his ass was tryna buy meth
I seen 'em postin' Hawk, dead ass bitch, had to tell his ass, "Bust that left"
A nigga died from every hood that spoke on Jeff, who wanna meet the reaper next?
I was on FaceTime when **** got caught, it felt like I was there
A young turnt nigga like me startin' to feel immortal, 'cause a nigga keep escapin' death
They could've got an E for effort, but they got F, folk, get the fuck up out of here
Go, long live Lil Jeff, LAX with a Drac'
Ain't tryna eat dick, get the fuck out my face
St. Louis still mad I took 60K
Fuck it now, let's talk about pape'
Broke ass opps, next funeral I'ma pay
When Slick beat his body, comin' home to a chain
Ballin' out with a 50, nigga, how I got my name
Writer(s): Mikquale Cooper
