Lyrics

[Chorus] Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy [Verse 1] I just hit a doubled, I got fucked (I got fucked, yeah) Talked to Cardi B then I got drugged (Then I got drugged, yeah) Do not talk to me, 'cause boy, you suck (Oh yeah, you suck, yeah) Try to talk your shit, don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, nah) Kicked me from your group, but you sold triple-cardboard My Zuzu go doot-doot, doot-doot, Nardwuar Fuckin' all the mothers on the block, boy, I'm your father You thought you killed that beat? I could go harder Remember being twelve and listening to 6LACK Listened to the lyrics, singing even though I rapped Cut the crap, I listen to all these rappers who sellin' crack And I'm relating to the lyrics 'cause I came up in the trap, like [Chorus] Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy [Verse 2] They was the youngins who would never do that They'd hold it but they'd never shoot that Now you got your grades up, don't lose that But now you up, don't be a hood rat, uh Two X's on my face so I'm looking like Juice (Juice) Hopped up in the church and I prayed for the truth (Truth) This world is lying to me and I wanna know who (Who) Who, who the fuck is doing this? My life I'm gonna lose, yeah Tryna get the money for my mama born in 1969 And I'm working for my father, he's from 1959 RJ, he got a pistol, it's from 1955 Let's get right, let's get up, come on, show them ittie-titties, bittie-bitch (Yeah) [Chorus] Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy Riding 'round the block like it's 1969 Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955 Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy