60 Days In
Trigga500k
Trigga500k was arrested on gang charges
Guess he was really living what he was rapping about, bro
I don't see the word RICO anywhere on here
(Who are you?)
(Me and Box, we in the kitchen)
Back on the bullshit, I'm home, I slithered out, know I'm a snake
Niggas tried to hold they nuts, I can see the hate on niggas' face
If he told then he a plate, keep them fuck niggas out my face
Time was movin' slow but I can't complain, the turtle won the race
Bond a hundred and fifty K, 'nother fifty plus for my council
If he ain't real righteous or standin' on top the business, I can't be 'round you, huh
Yeeky still stuffed in the mattress, flakka rocks still in the cabinet
I'm the righteous individual, I ain't never had nothin' on my jacket
Fuck the circumstances, I'll never fold, I remain a G
Head first when I hit the streets, show me that pussy, bae, I'm in heat
On the tablet missin' all my hoes, stipulations, can't be ridin' abroad
Family prayin' over the phone, they don't know that I'm comin' home
What up, Pooh? What up? What up, Jook? What up?
Yeah, man, it's the Dirty Dealer (what up, Drama? Ayy, what up, mama? Ayy)
My nigga, thought this shit was over with, huh (what up haters? What up? What up hustlers? What up?)
I'm back man, sixty days later, man (what up real niggas? What up– what up–)
Nah, for shit's sure, man, still don't give no fuck 'bout this shit, man
I'm still passin' out Gucci, Louis, Prada belts to whoever
Man, what the fuck do you prefer, man?
This shit really goin' on, the Dirtiest Dealer
Man, fuck a nigga, man, and I still don't give a fuck, man
Man, 'fore I get to psychin' out of this bitch, man
Y'all'll get me outta here for shit sure, man
I'm good, man, I'm finna flakk the world, flakk your girl, man
This shit ain't for me, man, it's for us, man (what up, Pooh? What up? What up, Jook? What up?)
In flakk I trust
What up, Drama? Ayy, what up, mama? Ayy
What up haters? (What up?) what up hustlers? (What up?)
What up real niggas? What up– what up–