B6 on the Jukebox Lyrics

Yuh, yuh, aye

I'm just chilling at the crib

Got the pints inside the fridge

Put the jukebox at B6

I said "yeah boy this my shit"

Time to clock in at the club

Late night when I end my shift

Hard to get, that bitch dub

I'm not waiting on no bitch

Pretty bitch not on the list

Step aside, I let her in

And she pulled up with a friend

Pass to my bro, that's an assist

I'm gon hit it from the back

Ass so fat, it sound like that

I'm gon have some fun with that

I love a ho that knows she bad

SRT my whip too fast

High speed off with that red key

I was sippin in the whip, spilled codeine on my red seats

Last thing he saw was that red beam

He got shot

Two in his neck, one in his jaw

Then he lost his fuckin jaw

And he lost his fuckin job

Get off your ass, you fuckin bot

Let your cousin em get robbed

Took his cards, I wiped them all

Bitch i'm faded off the wall

Gun on me this not no prop

Ho want to see me, pull up to the BnB and gimme top

Take it off bitch, meat to meat, I'm finna hit it raw

Mansion loft shit, she wanna live like me

Lil bitch I ball

Watch your mouth kid

I got a glock with a beam, this shit gon blow

When I was in first grade I brought the glock to show and tell

Started trapping, 6th grade was in the hallway making sales

I'm still playin legos, stackin up my bricks until they fell

I'm in this shit for life, no way I'll fail

Yuh, Gassed up, fill me up, in that monster whip

Got a all black prada fit

I'm lookin like a gothic bitch

Fuck is sleep

I been up for weeks

I been tryna eat

I'm on

If I wanna sleep, then ima hit this w-