In the 619
NickG61971 Plays
•16 Jun 2022
Reflection/ in the 619* Gettin to the money go head print it out, ridin in a whip all tinted out, bowl piece packed like in n out, whatever’s mine is yours too like I rent it out, it’s all love cause we all fam, hit the hood up some y’all can’t, out the Sto fat bottle and some tall cans, and my girl wit me lookin like god damn, on the road we don’t chat much, volume to the max we just ride and we pass blunts, never slippin always ready for the act up, when you keep it g you don’t never need back up, still I got the squad wit me, no new friends most of y’all too iffy, we on the grind in the 619, you ain’t thinkin dolla signs better fix your mind, get to it or just be without it, last real ones left fakes overcrowded, claim you got my back but I really doubt it, don’t connect wit them lames they get rerouted, you on the wrong side can’t fuck wit you, you ain’t down for the ride can’t fuck wit you, you the type to go hide can’t fuck wit you, all fear no pride I can’t fuck wit you, G shit in my veins check the bloodline, no choice but to beef wit the one time, we all been locked up at least one time, now we free gettin to it like it’s crunch time, eating good like it’s lunch time, crown royal hittin hard like a punch line, kicked back on some ufc shit, shinin bright on some jewelry shit, post up at the bay not the area, south East SD that’s my area, this home of the soldiers like a carrier, if you say the wrong thing we’ll bury ya, thugged out might be drugged out, old school like blood in and blood out, paradise livin but it ain’t given, we gotta make lemonade without no lemons, it’s a struggle but we hustle through it, every opportunity bet we rushin to it, spark the weed and turn on the music, gun tucked just in case I ever gotta use it, suckafree ain’t no fuckin me, no money in that purse then you ugly, you dealin wit a big dawg ain’t no buggin me, runnin game and the chain lookin buttery, nick g I’m just bossin up, anybody in my way ima cross em up, every shot I’m throwing up I bet it’s going in, hillbilly hella blowin like the wind I’m just
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Reflection/ in the 619* Gettin to the money go head print it out, ridin in a whip all tinted out, bowl piece packed like in n out, whatever’s mine is yours too like I rent it out, it’s all love cause we all fam, hit the hood up some y’all can’t, out the Sto fat bottle and some tall cans, and my girl wit me lookin like god damn, on the road we don’t chat much, volume to the max we just ride and we pass blunts, never slippin always ready for the act up, when you keep it g you don’t never need back up, still I got the squad wit me, no new friends most of y’all too iffy, we on the grind in the 619, you ain’t thinkin dolla signs better fix your mind, get to it or just be without it, last real ones left fakes overcrowded, claim you got my back but I really doubt it, don’t connect wit them lames they get rerouted, you on the wrong side can’t fuck wit you, you ain’t down for the ride can’t fuck wit you, you the type to go hide can’t fuck wit you, all fear no pride I can’t fuck wit you, G shit in my veins check the bloodline, no choice but to beef wit the one time, we all been locked up at least one time, now we free gettin to it like it’s crunch time, eating good like it’s lunch time, crown royal hittin hard like a punch line, kicked back on some ufc shit, shinin bright on some jewelry shit, post up at the bay not the area, south East SD that’s my area, this home of the soldiers like a carrier, if you say the wrong thing we’ll bury ya, thugged out might be drugged out, old school like blood in and blood out, paradise livin but it ain’t given, we gotta make lemonade without no lemons, it’s a struggle but we hustle through it, every opportunity bet we rushin to it, spark the weed and turn on the music, gun tucked just in case I ever gotta use it, suckafree ain’t no fuckin me, no money in that purse then you ugly, you dealin wit a big dawg ain’t no buggin me, runnin game and the chain lookin buttery, nick g I’m just bossin up, anybody in my way ima cross em up, every shot I’m throwing up I bet it’s going in, hillbilly hella blowin like the wind I’m just
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