It's the REMIX
Oi pass me the cornstarch
OK
Okie dokie
I would think if you only know me
You would save it for stage
Slowly homie
Man I swear to god that this the only story
With your name in a page
All the phonies saying that we broskies
But Kayps told me that they are all lames
Me and Wes went to heaven and back
You couldn't get there if you loaded up Waze
Broken hearted like I need it baby
And the hunter vision got me seeing crazy
Dropped angel
Never learned to love it
Wonder why they turned me to a demon lately
Baby baby got me going crazy
But I tell her to chill coz the stu is wavy
Got me going overboard like this is the navy
Like went and doubled tracks boy you'll never phase me
Like UH
So I write these flows, add a few 0's when I write in code
If you don't know, then I might say so
But you make it clear what the fuck you know
(What the fuck you know?)
Plant a few seeds and it still won't grow
And the concrete rock but it feel like snow
But you're still gonna *sniff* right up your nose
Little dog get rolled like a pack of rizla
Hit NZ when I'm missing brizla
Hit too hard and I fucked my wrist up
Fuck you mister, red blue, fuck the system
Saw them behind me so I dodged the police
I'm gonna get that bag, no Uber eats
I'm gonna get that bag, got food to eat
And you lie bout bustin' like puberty
I'm too stressed
I should be feeling my best
I should be feeling her breast
I should've guessed
I know I'm doing it right when I see everybody go left
Gotta invest
For top nothing more nothing less
Live life I was born into death
Mind is a mess
Know that I've been good for nothing
Just look at the B on my chest, bitch
OK
This ain't fun and games
If you wanna run keep up in the race
OH MY GOD
Ain't no saving grace
Can you not tell from the look on my face
Alright
Bitch do not get in my face
I came in this place so you fucks get erased
Creep in the 6 with the gang
Check it again, we don't fuck with the lames
Know we go hard in the paint
I woka then flocka the flame
I trip like I'm out of a game
She wanted the boi for the fame
We turning that boi to a stain
Big bank, know I'm steady smoking on that big stank
Pulling out with goonies and you know you get the derank
Uh, okie dokie smoking big dank
And we toting ratchets like I'm with clank
Step with the heat on my feet
UH UH!
Tie that boi to a jeep
UH UH!
Drag his body down the street
UH UH!
We not taking defeat
UH UH!
YUH!
Brand new whip got 9 tails
Drippin in money none in my account
I be running on the fumes of the loud
Pessimistic I'm denying physics
When I'm running my mouth
Dressing different
They don't see the vision
But they know it's coming
Flowers always bloom when it's sunny
*Ok stop the tape*
Bitch keep it running
Coz I'm not done
Sean Evans I'm a hot one
I'm a hot mess but I'm not fussed
So I keep smoking when the cops come
Fly as a birdie
Stay up late and then I'm waking early
So my brain's wurly
But I'm catching up
Eyes red I'm miss Dracula
And I'll probably never get back to ya
OK
This ain't fun and games
If you wanna run keep up in the race
OH MY GOD
Ain't no saving grace
Can you not tell from the look on my face
Had some lil bitch text me yesterday
He said "Get off 6k's dick"
Bitch I am the 6K
(Huh)
Carti clone dissing are you kidding me?
I should put your name on blast
But you don't deserve the publicity
Deezy kinda sound like Yeezy
You kinda sound like trash
You ain't fire enough to book a show
You can't hold a match
Got an encore at my show
Told me to run it back
And that is how I really fucking know
Deezy's here to last
I'm here to last like Corona vax
You gon' need a pass or a fucking jab
Left, right, left, right, left, right
Now you on your ass like a haemorrhoid
Lames always tryna test my G
You ain't even at my chest height, G
Got bigger balls in my lychee bubble tea
You don't wanna try me!
(Ayo Kayps)
Opera vibes, I'll give you opera pipe
Okie dokie, optimised, popping off the top, I rise
I'm a lil off, it's right, turn left before we smoke on sight
Burn them up, like buds
Not light, turn it up to the max my guy
Oooo, shawty suck it, I got lotta loving
I got lotta thuggin, I get in that stuffing
My lil homie bugging, he wan smoke your cousin
Bitch I, ah, ah, turn them all to nothing
Cornstarch, dick her like a pornstar, uh
Go hard, 6K, squad up, uh
Do not blaze, but i pop, pop, blaze em
Shawty booty it be looking like a glazed bun
I cut it like chemist, I'm whipping the business
My boy got the bags, he be dishing like Christmas
Up in the 6, we be running the innings
Earning the winnings from taling my sinnings
Sentence them, reign on them
Catching bodies from 8am
Up the murder rate
I go renegade
Tip toe round my name
It be a shit show on your grave
I go kick door, biggie, mayne
I go crypto, snatching chains
I go sicko, I go sicko
Who the goat in the 6 tho
Who the goat in the country
No other than me, oh
OK
This ain't fun and games
If you wanna run keep up in the race
OH MY GOD
Ain't no saving grace
Can you not tell from the look on my face
Me and homie like Tommy and Ghost
Or Kobe & Shaq in the post
Who you think y'all is
If you open this bitch don't you think that we
Coming to close?
Man that ain't how it works
I got me a seat at a table that doesn't exist
And in 10 years time y'all be in the room
Muhfuckas be serving me drinks
Yeah brother playing with the drop off
Brothers lurking need to hop off
Aint no playing on the other side
If they be throwing hits then that's dodge ball
This ain't no city shit
Like how you playing with the city bitch?
Making moves like an underground kingpin
Ring ring ion make calls
Nah brothers I be getting em
They give me hats off
Imma needa time off
Feel like Bron in the playoffs
I live for the chaos need shawty to be giving
Me brain yo it's how I take mind off things
Y'all wouldn't get it lately been focused on
Fixing my credit
Lately been talking my shit and I meant it
Do it for brothers that's resting in heaven
I aint gon' lie bout nothing got a chip on my
Shoulder it burns
Y'all ain't riding for something
Ya' dying for nothing
Nobody got love for your hearse
Now look at you lying about a connect
Think you down with the plug when he come to collect
Know you prolly fucked up if I come to correct
Tommy & Ghost y'all need to be checked
DAMN
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