[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 n***as 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 n***as, 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 n***as (I don't see you n***as)
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 n***a 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
N***as 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