3600 - Nic Hanson, regothereshego

Up there with thirty-six hundred, I’m making a move

All of these bitches they want they motherfuckers too smooth

Thirty-six hundred in a brown paper bag, everybody gon' lack

But I never do that, no I’m never doing that

Cus I’m never going back, I’m cool

She pushin' 40 but she pulling me close

I don’t know nothing but that which I’ve chose

Please do not hit me, do really for shows

My people will holler and shoo

You will not catch me on Salt City thing, ain’t no fool

All of these people know nothing by now

Sippin on my Kool-Aid, you’ll be sippin, you gon die too

Sippin on my Kool-Aid, you’ll be sippin, you gon die too

Sippin on my Kool-Aid, you’ll be sippin, you gon die too

You gon die too, you gon die too

Drippin on it, I’m slippin on it, wet slide

Him, I’m on it, you’ll take me on a good ride

I’m limpin on it, slippin on it on the west side

I’m slippin on a trip I’m on it on the west side (Oh oh)

(Oh oh)

Up there with thirty-six hundred, I’m making a move

All of these bitches they want they motherfuckers too smooth

Thirty-six hundred in a brown paper bag, everybody gon' lack

But I never do that, no I’m never doing that

Cus I’m never going back, I’m cool

Hey, I’m tryna make a move

Tell me if that’s something you’d also be into

Aye, why you tryna get me loose

Tied up in your lies wondering why I need the proof

Why I need a reason when the leaving’s up to you

Watch the change of seasons as I bleed into the booth

Hey, ain’t no grievance what’s the use

Been the one tryna turn it into two

(Oh oh)

Up there with thirty-six hundred, I’m making a move

All of these bitches they want they motherfuckers too smooth

Thirty-six hundred in a brown paper bag, everybody gon' lack

But I never do that, no I’m never doing that

Cus I’m never going back, I’m cool

Drippin on the, drippin on the, drippin wet slide

Slippin on the, drippin on the, drippin wet slide

Drippin on the, drippin on the, on the left side