60 Nights Lyrics

Aye lill xayy at this point up in my life, why would I give a fuck

Only hitting ten to Dirty Hoes, can't get me up

Don't be dumb, running up, I got that blicky tucked

Plus my shooters all around, you get alright

Huh, you get shot up in yo face, you make a mug at me

Young nigga world, I'm flying hoes from out the country

Ice spice looking ass hoe out here munching meat,

Stepping out with gang, I swear to god, we toting a lot of heat

I been on it since a youngin', what the fuck you on

I ain't with the talking back and forth, I'll get a nigga gone

You rapping all that ass, that shit is trash man, that shit is embarrassing

Boy I'm flying across the states, done picked a model up from Maryland

And you know we ride around, hogging up the road

Porsche truck, I'm pulling up to drop off a load

I been gone for sixty days, don't think I'm coming home

Six nights of different bitch, asking if something wrong

Hell nah, I'm just plotting on this bag

If a stupid nigga want it, swear I'll empty out this mag

I ain't never been the type to be jealous of what they had

Cause I'll get it on my own, that's on my motherfucking dad

Nigga, blue chop with red beam, I'm on my cap shit

Drippin' purple jeans, pockets green, don't need caption

Nigga talking about he killing us, that's some cap shit

Niggas do not really be like that outside this rap shit

I just made another 10 I'm going in the books

Yeah, personality shit cool, but I'm going for the looks

These faking ass little boys don't know what it took

Multi-time champion, you better stay on motherfucking rook

At this point up in my life, why would I give a fuck

Only hitting 10's, you dirty hoes can't get me up

Don't be dumb, running up, I got that blicky tucked

And plus my shooters all around you get alright

Huh, you get shot up in yo face, you make a mug at me

Young nigga world, I'm flying hoes from out the country

Ice spice looking ass hoes, out here munching meat

Stepping out with gang, I swear to God we toting a lot of heat

Cuban on my nigga glistening, I hope you listening

I ain't really with the dissing shit, I'll get to killing them

Pulling up on blocks to make them hot, I'm feeling villainous

Fat ass wood that rapper weed, I know you feeling this, Givenchy jack, Rick Owens and a rack

Compared to all these rap niggas, I be dripping, that's a fact

I'm way richer, that's a fact, rocking richard, that's a fact

Baddest bitches, that's a fact, pussy run up, he get smacked

Nah, they ain't want no problems, cause they knowin' that we packed

Just like you going on a trip, but , you ain't never coming back

Who the fuck, said that lill Xayy was pussy

Toting 50 rounds, really tell me how could he

She turned into a demon with the boy, she was goody

Fucked her good and made her go limp, just like Woody, nigga

He been going crazy since the start, who can fuck with him

Not a op nigga, would ever wanna be stuck with him

Got the stripper hoes and classy, bitches tryna suck on them

Can't run out of bars, I think Xayy , got that luck on them

Hell nah, this ain't luck, man, this shit a breeze

Ever since last year, I been killing shit with motherfucking ease.