[Verse 1: Sl!ck]
Don't nobody want smoke with the Six God
I pull up to your town like a pit stop, think this ass number one 'till he get got
Turn your block into, uh, turn your block into Hueco Mundo
Bitch, you online writing stories like Kubo, I'll pull a bitch nigga card like it's Uno
Resurrection [?]
I'll bring him back to put him in a hole
Take his bitch to go
Like I bought her ass from the Chinese store
I might pull up in a Jaguar
Blow his bitch head off, if that nigga act hard
Buck fifty, I fuck around and stab y'all
Fuck is you grilling me for? What you mad for?
You seeing defeat, I'm aiming straight at his top for the three peat, uh
Pantera if I up the steel, if you know then you know that's GG, uh
Shorty put ice on my arm, that's a VV, he do not ball, send 'em back to the G league
Combos to his face, stop tryna be me, cut off my arm 'cause this shit was too еasy
[Verse 2: Jamar Rose]
Woah, they brought me back for the rеpeat, huh
I gave them Six like a TD, huh
I left them bloody like GG, huh
I swear the opps is decreasing, huh
You gon' need more to defeat me
My presence is known, and they all start retreating
Competing? I promise there's no one that's eating
Like me, when I turn to the beast, I'm deleting the scenes
Not from the strength of the team
But the aim from the blue of this beam
I get him cooked, filetted, steamed!
Then brought him back to served right in front of his team
You thought you stopping a king?
We running the rematch, get knocked out the ring
I'm running his fade, get edged up from the swing
I'm lining him up, then push him back like huh, what?
Speaking up will get your crew cut
Aim at your top, heart, gut
I left them quiet - mouth shut
Step to the Six - are you stupid or what?
Don't nobody want smoke with the Six God
I pull up to your town like a pit stop, think this ass number one 'till he get got
Turn your block into, uh, turn your block into Hueco Mundo
Bitch, you online writing stories like Kubo, I'll pull a bitch nigga card like it's Uno
Resurrection [?]
I'll bring him back to put him in a hole
Take his bitch to go
Like I bought her ass from the Chinese store
I might pull up in a Jaguar
Blow his bitch head off, if that nigga act hard
Buck fifty, I fuck around and stab y'all
Fuck is you grilling me for? What you mad for?
You seeing defeat, I'm aiming straight at his top for the three peat, uh
Pantera if I up the steel, if you know then you know that's GG, uh
Shorty put ice on my arm, that's a VV, he do not ball, send 'em back to the G league
Combos to his face, stop tryna be me, cut off my arm 'cause this shit was too еasy
[Verse 2: Jamar Rose]
Woah, they brought me back for the rеpeat, huh
I gave them Six like a TD, huh
I left them bloody like GG, huh
I swear the opps is decreasing, huh
You gon' need more to defeat me
My presence is known, and they all start retreating
Competing? I promise there's no one that's eating
Like me, when I turn to the beast, I'm deleting the scenes
Not from the strength of the team
But the aim from the blue of this beam
I get him cooked, filetted, steamed!
Then brought him back to served right in front of his team
You thought you stopping a king?
We running the rematch, get knocked out the ring
I'm running his fade, get edged up from the swing
I'm lining him up, then push him back like huh, what?
Speaking up will get your crew cut
Aim at your top, heart, gut
I left them quiet - mouth shut
Step to the Six - are you stupid or what?
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!