6'7' Remix

Duration

3:08

Genres

Rap/Gangsta Rap

Description

Lyrics

JClip back on the scene I kno that you hatin me niggaz thought I left but now Im back n they aint shakin me worked on the flow added heat like they was bakin me the booth is my oven and the world is my bakery shut the oven door let u bitches get a tastes of me if they miss the feast I guess they settle for the flakes of me the crumbs of me the dust or the muthafuckin shake of me n if they miss that they'll have to get to where my vapors be N since we talkin heat you kno I got it like the bakery if a nigga actin up his head is where the laser be Rude Boy Division yea we strong like a cavalry so I don't gotta shoot I get a gangsta bitch to spray 4 me bitches hanging on my dick I call dem bitches drapery so skeet skeet ahhh n tell dem bitches savor me I don't give a fuck you kno I stunt and let a hata see If I could I would give em extra eyes to stare at me Im always on the grind meaning I be where the paper be overstockin cake rude boy we call it cakery I told dem niggaz watch it but they aint wanna stop it so I hadda go and get the glocc and then I popped it put him in casket dug a hole n dropped it now ya silly azz niggaz gotta wear u on a graphic tragic niggaz always reckless never think that niggaz checkin all the phony nigazz reppin flags until my niggaz step in checkin false flaggin niggaz take em off da fuckin ckecklist you don't wanna fuck wit us nigga that'll be a deathwish niggaz always tryina be gangsta on the radio talkin bout they bussin but they suckin like fellatio pretty boy swag but ya souljaz couldn't daze me tho last nigga tried that my niggaz layed him on his patio I always keep it G 5th letter after AB tho You niggaz real 1 in 5 times likes a ratio so I aim the heat nigga pop u in ya lazy bone cuz I dont fuck wit fake I keep my method fuck you pay ho I always keep the nine just in case you niggaz blind try to run up on me wrong I increase ya body holes to 9 first two ya eyes the second two earhole third two ya nose the seventh one ya eat thru 8 is ya ass 9 the gunshot ya bleed thru act a lil odd I'll pop the 10th now we even I been stackin gotta be watchin all these hataz steady be watchin every little move that I be makin n they rattin but Im clappin every snitch n then Im mackin smashin that punani I got punanini on dese nuts I be movin like the wind do in a hurricane and most of yall in my path I call it fury lane Clip see the money all u other niggaz blurry man I dont make it rain I make it blizzard call it Flurricane