HALCYON RISING's video: 6IX9INE NICKI MINAJ- TROLLZ SLOWED REVERB

Original song and video by 6ix9ine and Nicki Minaj. Enjoy. Lyrics: Watch, mhm Glock, mhm Cocked, mhm Got it, mhm You need that? I got it That's cash in my pockets That's cash one hunnids You need that? I got it Need it, I got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it This cash, my pockets That's cash one hunnids You need that? Yeah, she like how I throw them racks Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me I don't worry 'bout you n*****, please stop talking 'bout me Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina Riding in the two-seater with two ninas Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck Slide, shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, still don't give a fuck Vroom, vroom, G5 Vroom, vroom, we high You the type of n**** that I never wanna be like You the type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom And, she like how I throw them racks Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dolla Dollar bill, come get her Even your man know Nickis do it better I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me Always on my page, never double-tap like me (like me) Baddies to my left and my right (right) Never chase a corny n*****, put that on my life (life) Just put it in his face, all this cake He wanted a taste We sippin' on that Ace Itty-bitty waist, pretty face (face) Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monsta (ooh) He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta" They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (rrr) Somebody usher this n***** into a clinic (clinic) My flow still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic (-demic) I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of dem wan' mimic (mimic) Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp (camp) Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp (stamp) Me, I'm still money wrists, light up like a lamp (lamp) They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm Poppin' They keep hating, but still watching Check the boards (boards), I'm still topping Bust down or Plain Jane, I got options It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin' Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin' When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plotting (plotting) When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start mopping And she like how I throw them racks Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm Glock, mhm Cocked, mhm Got it, mhm If you like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass" They be speeding, trying to be me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash That real ass ain't keep your n**** home