"556 (Green Tip) (Spotem G-Mix)" lyrics
iayze & SpotemGottem Lyrics
I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school?
I used to bang it out with opps the police take my tool
I be like fuck the wannabes they be like iayze a fool
It ain't shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool
Who is he?
I like green tip .556 my ARPs
I like pourin' Tris, fuckin' hoes and throwin' C's
She love D'usse, shakin' ass and love smokin' my weed
I used to post up on that block 50 cent for a single I ain't had no weed
The i8 I'm in it came with no keys
She want me save her bitch I ain't Christopher Reeve
Say she a slut then she get slutted I get my nut and then I leave
I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
Skrr skrr skrr, I done fucked the bowl up
That bitch told me hol' up
Too fast I might throw up
I been in the fast lane, I been rolling doja
These niggas fruit cakes, niggas they big sojas
Don't push me to the edge cause I'm gettin' closer
And you I can't like that cause your heart on your shoulder
I'm dripping in Chanel today that's the motive
I might go drip Louis V for the culture
I done poured a 4 in my 2 liter soda soda
Jump out put the blicks to ya shit fuck ya over
Reload the mag, hop out do em bad then it's over
That street sweeper big bitch, it's a bulldozer
I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school?
I used to bang it out with opps the police take my tool
I be like fuck the wannabes they be like iayze a fool
It ain't shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool
Who is he?
I like green tip .556 my ARPs
I like pourin' Tris, fuckin' hoes and throwin' C's
She love D'usse, shakin' ass and love smokin' my weed
I used to post up on that block 50 cent for a single I ain't had no weed
The i8 I'm in it came with no keys
She want me save her bitch I ain't Christopher Reeve
Say she a slut then she get slutted I get my nut and then I leave
I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
Skrr skrr skrr, I done fucked the bowl up
That bitch told me hol' up
Too fast I might throw up
I been in the fast lane, I been rolling doja
These niggas fruit cakes, niggas they big sojas
Don't push me to the edge cause I'm gettin' closer
And you I can't like that cause your heart on your shoulder
I'm dripping in Chanel today that's the motive
I might go drip Louis V for the culture
I done poured a 4 in my 2 liter soda soda
Jump out put the blicks to ya shit fuck ya over
Reload the mag, hop out do em bad then it's over
That street sweeper big bitch, it's a bulldozer
I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too
Oh he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you
Oh he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk
He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules
Writer(s): Jace Salter, Kele Cooper
