Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous) [Chorus] Sixty for the rose Dweller, I can't dwell on shit else (I can't) Brick of dog on my neck, turn my kit up (Rrr) You would think the sun in the club, I hold my wrist up (Ice, ice, ice) If you ain't come to suck no dick, baby, get up (Get out) Pour out some champagne for gang 'fore I hit the bottle My bitch improved, she takin' pictures, she think she a model (Mwah) She ain't tryna have my baby, this bitch tryna swallow Get an opp put together for a couple thousand [Verse 1] You niggas out here lookin' like you on thе brink of starving I'm out here lookin' like I got a Brinks truck at thе appartment I fucked that bitch so good, she said it was awesome (Mwah) We got done, she tried to stay, that's when it got awkward It's nothin' but love for my niggas, I'm hopin' we prosper If you said my bitch was flawless, you preachin' the gospel Get some head at [?], this ain't [?] He put the— in his nose, it burnt off his nostrils I'm in the bank, and for some reason, I don't see you niggas (I don't see you niggas) I don't need no security, I got my people with me Boy, I ain't lackin' in the shower, I'ma keep it with me (It's on) It's gon' take your whole life just to see what I'm seein' (Sixty boy) [Chorus] Sixty for the rose Dweller, I can't dwell on shit else (I can't) Brick of dog on my neck, turn my kit up (Rrr) You would think the sun in the club, I hold my wrist up (Ice, ice, ice) If you ain't come to suck no dick, baby, get up (Get out) Pour out some champagne for gang 'fore I hit the bottle My bitch improved, she takin' pictures, she think she a model (Mwah) She ain't tryna have my baby, this bitch tryna swallow Get an opp put together for a couple thousand [Verse 2] I'm checkin' for the mail, it should be tomorrow If a nigga play with me, he won't see tomorrow Pour an eight of Tris, I ain't wakin' up to tomorrow 'Bout to hit this— with the fentanyl Niggas lookin' like they starvin', need to eat somethin' (Need to eat somethin') In a minute, finna have another piece comin' (Ice, ice, ice) This bitch ass so fat, I wanna see somethin' (I got to) And the bitch head fire, she gon' be somethin' (I promise) They ain't even think to bring the weed 'cause we comin' Don't sell nobody else the drank, 'cause we want it Smoke in the air, you know we on it She'll do whatever if I Cash App her three hundred [Chorus] Sixty for the rose Dweller, I can't dwell on shit else (I can't) Brick of dog on my neck, turn my kit up (Rrr) You would think the sun in the club, I hold my wrist up (Ice, ice, ice) If you ain't come to suck no dick, baby, get up (Get out) Pour out some champagne for gang 'fore I hit the bottle My bitch improved, she takin' pictures, she think she a model (Mwah) She ain't tryna have my baby, this bitch tryna swallow Get an opp put together for a couple thousand