Lyrics:
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
the spot
Imma laugh in they face
Like who sells
Wore this Ferragamo
Three different occasions
I'm thinkin it's time for a new belt
A new belt
I'm thinkin
me, I pop like Kelly
Machine gun, ease up, I don’t ever ease up
Said she want beef my dick is a deli
Salami, she love my salami
My name is Tommy now
real
Long live John Wick, crodie gave out hell
T-Dub got that gun sittin' by the belt
How we came up, all we knew is drill
How I came up, drill
When I
roach papers quick burn up that kush,
Got a micro phone in my face but it's not zanco cuh I don't sell bush,
Nuff guys wanna beat to much I'm better
Ever been on the block?
Red lights, cars stopped
Walk by hear the pop
Of a door lock opt
To look em in the eye and
You're shocked
Ignored by the guy
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
Oh, and the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells
need a beam
Standing ten toes by myself, ion needa team
Made you're hoe tap out, but first I had to break her spline
Lacing my blunt with zaza
it out
Air it out
Got a problem air it out
Air it out
Air it out
Air it out
Got guns in the house
Got pills in the couch
Do a show sell it out
Got your
sell out shows any”
Fuck you I’ll sell out shows anyway
(I still get this money)
My diamond tsunami, yours mini lakes (Water)
Love, wet up my dick with
problems at all
Shit niggas still livin', got tha same problem wit dawg
Wacth out, watch out he still breathin' watch out( three gun shots)
Problem solved
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
groun'
She a blow like referee soun'
Uefa first roun'
She a scream out seh she just foun'
Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up!
Guns in your waist don't
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing (check it out)
Poisonous (word, word, word)
Slap (poisonous)
uh-chikka-um
And this ain't on the pop tip, yo
Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
Here we go
People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho"
People with a gun
uh-chikka-um
And this ain't on the pop tip, yo
Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
Here we go
People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho"
People with a gun
rather sell coke, no bargain
Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach
Spot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one up
Fuck about police
We Park Hillians with
Word on the beat
Word on the beat
Walk up, gun be it, robocop
Clip long, boy that bitch look like it's photoshopped
One shot, knock the feels out
of boats and people, (guns.)
And surrounded by cars. This opening is just the beginning....
Of something people will want a Sunday drive through, for
Lie me on the floor
I'm sick and tired of
The wanton wanting more
So uninspired by
The opening of doors
That only seem to have
A wall the lies behind
know I flow like a psycho
Like it's Geico for your iPhone
Like a drive by while you drive home
Like Thanos with the 5 stones
Why you always gotta
The more the merry
You already know the outcome so how come
You doubt son I'm goin out by any means necessary Malcolm
Hiphop without Jin is like shootouts
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