Sixty (Melo) Baby Smoove

[Intro]
Ayy
Twenty-two

[Chorus]
Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me
I might’ve slowed down but I ain't stopping with the lean
(Ooh, I love TaxFree)
Bitch, you irritating, get your number off my screen
Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend
Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it’s cheese
I can't gas up with these niggas, that ain't doing shit for me
And I mean it when I say it, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Feel like Melo in his prime, I might give a nigga sixty
At the set off cookie, they can smell me in the city
Cost a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction
My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen
Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute

[Verse 1]
Hell nah, we ain't the same, I put pressure on these niggas
Hell nah, this ain’t a game, they’ll do the extra 'bout a nigga
Hell yeah, when I’m rich, I'ma act a little different
Send a picture of you, it's a week before you missing
I can't fold nor break, you won’t mush nor taste
And your bitch rap my song tryna make her lil' face
You better keep her close before I take your lil' place
I got used to these risks, when I work I feel safe
I cannot fuck with you lazy ass niggas
I will never love these trifling ass bitches
As kids we was taught that snitches get stitches
So why in the fuck is y'all hanging with these niggas?
You niggas just around, you ain't never made a difference
I ain't really with that broke shit, it's a sickness
I'm really in my Goyard, nigga, you the witness
If you can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen