ikabodveins - 561 lyrics
[chorus: ian j]
in the 561
n+ggas plottin’ and they schemin’
yea you gotta keep a gun on you
my dawgy got a woolie
big drum
get it poppin’ if you creepin’
better tell us where you from
ohhhhh
[refrain: ian j]
they might just air it out
toudoudou tou tou
on this side be careful what you say
these streets don’t care about you
when that’s all you know
lord there’s gotta be a better way
[verse: ian j]
smokin’ loud
pourin’ 40s
keep that heat down here in florida
all my dawgs got street diplomas
in my hood
face so good
it get ugly in the south
bullet holes and junkies out
if it’s dark, just keep it down
i told you it get ugly
[chorus: ian j]
in the 561
n+ggas plottin’ and they schemin’
yea you gotta keep a gun on you
my dawgy got a woolie
big drum
get it poppin’ if you creepin’
better tell us where you from
ohhhhh
[verse: pc tweezie]
ugh
militant gangsta
armed and dangerous
keep one in the chamber
up with the banger
play
i’ma paint ya
stand in the kitchen and whip it with anger
f+cked up the beaker
i’m using a hanger
don’t come to my section
we don’t f+ck with strangers
how the f+ck you a k!lla lil n+gga
you shootin’ out windows and aiming at ankles
rats and roaches
eviction notices
poverty stricken
the glock got a d+ck in it
told ya i’m real
don’t at me in mentions
i’m really that n+gga
a poetic menace
play with me p+ssy
get put in a blender
catch him in traffic and f+ck up his fender
shoot at the tank
try to blow up the engine
my billies get wicked
you know i’ll send em
p+ssy
[chorus: ian j]
in the 561
n+ggas plottin’ and they schemin’
yea you gotta keep a gun on you
my dawgy got a woolie
big drum
get it poppin’ if you creepin’
better tell us where you from
ohhhhh
[refrain: ian j]
they might just air it out
toudoudou tou tou
on this side be careful what you say
these streets don’t care about you
when that’s all you know
lord there’s gotta be a better way
[verse: ikabodveins]
alright like
three kids
two adults in a two one
look in my eyes
could tell i been through sum
still on the block
same glock
got a new gun
smokin’ big blunts
need a new lung
p+ssy you pie
won’t do nothin’
ridin’ with my dawg
best believe i’m gon’ shoot sumthin’
i been thuggin’ since thirteen
i was on perkys
got me feelin’ like hercules
devil lurkin’
tryna curse me
no mercy for any man that try to murk me
swervin’ in a mercury
servin’ 30s
my 38 so dirty (ugh)
i’m just tryna feed my son
from the 561
no love
can’t trust no one
b+tch i got a k and it came with a drum
hit em arm, leg, leg, arm, head
he done
[chorus: ian j]
in the 561
n+ggas plottin’ and they schemin’
yea you gotta keep a gun on you
my dawgy got a woolie
big drum
get it poppin’ if you creepin’
better tell us where you from
ohhhhh
[refrain: ian j]
they might just air it out
toudoudou tou tou
on this side be careful what you say
these streets don’t care about you
when that’s all you know
lord there’s gotta be a better way
[outro: ian j]
smokin’ loud (smokin’ loud)
keep that heat down here in florida
all my dawgs (got street diplomas)
in my hood
face so good
in the south (bullet holes and junkies out)
if it’s dark
keep it down (down)
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