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walking wit 60 - situation slim lyrics

[intro]
[situation slims verse]
round town pumping this sh*t’ll get risky
(uh)
walk through the hood with like 60
chemical dust in the air around here like pixy
mask on we in the kitchen
n*ggas out here don’t be standing on code or nun
then i ain’t boutta hold them up
they with the talking then we trying to fold them up
casket close them up
i don’t be getting why youngins wanna die about rap
the last one ain’t hit back
i’d rather run up some money and trap than rap
what it been since bruh got cracked
n*ggas be gone with the wind
got his ass gone with the 10
say sum; bomb it again
just called this a pharmacy win
opp b*tch told me stop harming her men

they like d*mn he touchy, kirking, and having
n*ggas know it get tragic
try me in traffic
play in my mirror for static
quick to give dumb n*ggas caskets
dead n*ggas ashes
the hope around here just ask
see something n*gga i’ll bag him
catch a opp; trash him
n*ggas be loving the flash
opps hate me because i’m dragging
i’m just trying to run up some money;
tryna run up some figures
they gonna hate me because i’m realer
taking the hits for the skrilla
if we in the jungle then i’m a gorilla
caught my swag can’t catch this
take the top off off the check list
this not checkers this chess sh*t
problem? get it off your chest then
he wanna talk so crazy
his b*tch tryna have my baby
(you know i had to grab the draco)
(im rocking this sh*t like a baby)
this that sh*t that them youngins gon k!ll for
some sh*t you better have the wheel for
i influence my youngins to k!ll more
shooting a movie this sh*t like a film more
they think i’m doing her wrong
when i never pick up the phone
i left that b*tch in the home
i’m up in that car trying to check me a dome
i’m tryna give him a head tap
i’m tryna get in that red eye
sneaky’s keep smoking that dead guy
fresh out the feds i’m getting that bed rot
i’m tryna get me a b*ro
gambling at the casino
matter off fact pass me that sino
too bad they can’t never see bro
n*ggas be tryna be men again
b*tches be tryna be friend again
heart cold call me ice cube because you know i’m all about the benjamin’s
round town pumping this sh*t’ll get risky
(uh)
walk through the hood with like 60
chemical dust in the air around here like pixy
mask on we in the kitchen
n*ggas out here don’t be standing on code or nun
then i ain’t boutta hold them up
they with the talking then we trying to fold them up
casket close them up
i don’t be getting why youngins wanna die about rap
the last one ain’t hit back
i’d rather run up some money and trap than rap
what it been since bruh got cracked
n*ggas be gone with the wind
got his ass gone with the 10
say sum; bomb it again
just called this a pharmacy win
opp b*tch told me stop harming her men
[outro]

- situation slim lyrics

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