[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