6091 (feat. Suppa Mang)

You wanna block me like we're playing Tetris Fruity little f****t you sour like it's citrus My mistress has begun throwing misfits You fat bitch start wearing fucking Fit-Bits Here's a tidbit f*ck you and your swordfish Guess what bitch I'll f*ck you in your sore tits Call me OJ and we'll see if the glove fits I'm the new flavor of a motherfucking Tim Bit I have the proficy raking in the profits Going to Egypt and I'm hanging all the prophets Progressively raising the level of testosterone Best guess play the cello and the fucking xylophone You pile of shit, disease flea covered bitch With some bleach in a ditch and now the store got a discount Better clean the plate Jeffy D is gonna dish out Fishing for your mom's pussy in the fucking sea Going hard n***a's got the red beam with the scope Thirty rounds with the scope Fucking round when I'm taking these tokes Out this bong that's right get it out the tong N***a get the ching ching chong out the fuckin N***a's chilling with these white boys uh Tryna get this money and this paper uh (what) Tryna play with the sunny funny uh Tryna get this pussy on me like a uh F*ck round with the lam got the motherfuckin time Pull up with the motherfuckin Ram's and the Chams (bow) A-what n***a what? Yuh A-what n***a what Bitch I'm black and yellow like a bee, yuh All my ice dripping like the sea, wha Won't catch me singing like Glee, yuh In the range drinking iced tea, wha When I hit these bars It's a victory My mind set to you is a motherfucking mystery When a n***a rap he make fucking history Watch out cuz Imma make you catch an injury (Oh that shit cold n***a!)