alley boy - 6 figures (i'm str8) lyrics
[intro: alley boy]
yeah
yungcrypgothitz
man
what bg say?
n-gga, five figures
what he say?
six figure n-gga
sh-t, n-gga, you ballin’ if you got five
believe that, in these street wars, yeah
[chorus: alley boy]
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
[verse 1: alley boy]
man, these n-ggas ain’t mob for real
i’m takin’ a stamp, they mob for real
six figures ‘fore i had a deal
ask them n-ggas on chapel hill
you ain’t never rob with lil kurt
you wasn’t hittin’ l!cks with lil pooh
me and nate pull him in the back
then black blow him out his shoes
ask them n-ggas how i’m really steppin’
seven bodies, that’s a lucky seven
ar, automatic weapons
n-ggas dyin’ internet flexin’
me and lil deck down in miami
rich white b-tch out the streets
fifty bands, f-ckin’ on the beach
in my city poppin’ for meech
ask a p-ssy how they gon’ check me
real shooter, pullin’ up, blessin’
dk open up chests
i got the whole neighborhood guessin’
who done chopped him, who done spinned him?
who done popped him, who done did him?
get his partner, spin his homie
all them p-ssy n-ggas with him
[chorus: alley boy]
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
[verse 2: vl deck]
i don’t f-ck with n0body, i stay in my own lane
made a profit off of gas and i ain’t go to college, man
smokin’ back to back, tryna make it out of poverty
rumor ’round alley boy, somebody talkin’ robbin’ me
toss your full car, man, shoot a huncho out that seating
i got shirts for the family and diss songs for the grieving man
kiss my mama and my old lady in my ear about them bills
that’s the only reason i be droppin’ bags, but i’ll do the hit
i be laughin’ at life, i’m from a corner where it’s sheist
he made ten in one night, me and ab ’bout that life
and i been grindin’ out the gutter, for my sons and my daughter
but i been on the road to crashin’ since them p-ssies k!lled my brother
[chorus: alley boy]
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
n-gga, i’m straight
seven figures up, ain’t got no reason to hate
trappin’ thirty g’s a day, i got the p’s and the yay
n-ggas’ll fake, they quick to switch, they turn to kanye
some simple sh-t turned gunplay, this only going out one way
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