"Twenty 6" lyrics
When you're poor and said move it on up
Y'all don't remember that movin' on up when we was on the Jeffersons, you know what I'm sayin'?
The good times, keep that shit goddamn right, shawty
You understand me? Old swag, baby
Old swag, brrt
(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)
Uh
Four or five deep with my niggas, you know how I rock, so don't ask where I be at
It was hard, wood floors, no AC every night, that's where I had to go sleep at
In the back of the club with a heat pack, let that boy bust, swear to God he gon' eat that
Started rappin', they didn't give me feedback, but it's all good, like my dick you gon' eat that
What you rollin'? Woods, rushin'
Eat my dick, she like, "Mmm, bust it"
Everybody been hatin' on me, but in my eyes, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'
Pop served, now he was robbin' and runnin', so really this gang shit run through my cousin
Stuck to my blood, I ain't switch up for nothin
Move smart when I work, he get pinned up for nothin'
And that ass fat, let that shit shake
Ten for ten, all these niggas gon' hate
I'm that boy and she that bitch
Stay around, you can see me get rich
Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks
Jx comin', he want all that shit
Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch
Twenty 6, callin' all that shit
I'll take a lap through the backstreet
I cannot move like these niggas, I promise that I did not grow up no athlete
On my fingers I count who done had me
Mama taught me move in the trap, B
Wanna fuck? Baby, you can just at me
There you bored and high and not happy
Wanna eat? Then go get you a plate, boy
My niggas eatin', they not finna wait, boy
Lil' pretty, too hard to be Playboy
It don't matter, she still finna stay, boy
Headshots, we don't never have to play, boy
I'll beat your ass and you know where I stay, boy
Close the coat, we gon' shoot through the rain, boy
That's your bro, why he hangin' with Jx, boy?
Heart of stone and you think that it's gon' break, boy
And that ass fat, let that shit shake
Ten for ten, all these niggas gon' hate
I'm that boy and she that bitch
Stay around, you can see me get rich
Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks
Jx comin', he want all that shit
Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch
Twenty 6, callin' all that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Shit, like woo
Pew, pew
(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)
Y'all don't remember that movin' on up when we was on the Jeffersons, you know what I'm sayin'?
The good times, keep that shit goddamn right, shawty
You understand me? Old swag, baby
Old swag, brrt
(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)
Uh
Four or five deep with my niggas, you know how I rock, so don't ask where I be at
It was hard, wood floors, no AC every night, that's where I had to go sleep at
In the back of the club with a heat pack, let that boy bust, swear to God he gon' eat that
Started rappin', they didn't give me feedback, but it's all good, like my dick you gon' eat that
What you rollin'? Woods, rushin'
Eat my dick, she like, "Mmm, bust it"
Everybody been hatin' on me, but in my eyes, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'
Pop served, now he was robbin' and runnin', so really this gang shit run through my cousin
Stuck to my blood, I ain't switch up for nothin
Move smart when I work, he get pinned up for nothin'
And that ass fat, let that shit shake
Ten for ten, all these niggas gon' hate
I'm that boy and she that bitch
Stay around, you can see me get rich
Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks
Jx comin', he want all that shit
Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch
Twenty 6, callin' all that shit
I'll take a lap through the backstreet
I cannot move like these niggas, I promise that I did not grow up no athlete
On my fingers I count who done had me
Mama taught me move in the trap, B
Wanna fuck? Baby, you can just at me
There you bored and high and not happy
Wanna eat? Then go get you a plate, boy
My niggas eatin', they not finna wait, boy
Lil' pretty, too hard to be Playboy
It don't matter, she still finna stay, boy
Headshots, we don't never have to play, boy
I'll beat your ass and you know where I stay, boy
Close the coat, we gon' shoot through the rain, boy
That's your bro, why he hangin' with Jx, boy?
Heart of stone and you think that it's gon' break, boy
And that ass fat, let that shit shake
Ten for ten, all these niggas gon' hate
I'm that boy and she that bitch
Stay around, you can see me get rich
Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks
Jx comin', he want all that shit
Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch
Twenty 6, callin' all that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Shit, like woo
Pew, pew
(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)
