6ixty Seconds

I remember back in the days when bitches would hate and calling me names (YEA)
Made a bitch pick up her face a little too late I'm digging your grave (YEA)
I can I fuck with a snake that look in your face you're building a case
I've got to get to the bag cus I will be damn if I throw it away
My fist Will connect just like Bluetooth I'm a little on edge I'm a loose screw
But I cannot turn out like I used to because I've beat a bitch up till she is blues clues
Then I load up the beat up in protools
Go ahead little bitch I'll expose you
Had my ears to the streets they don't know you
Hand to blast on a bitch like I'm Goku
I put my hitter in lyft just incase she do not stick to the script HA
Pulling up bending the strip, one way or nother I'm finding this bitch HA
You cannot hide from these hands got no permission you talk too much shit HA
If you wanna chat it up you better back it up
Just like you do on the dick HA
I'm spitting that shit that these bitches don't get
And it's crazy cus now bitches trembling
And fuck your Red Bottoms cus I'm from New York
Where we stomp bitches out in our timberlands
I'm knocking off wigs and I'm messing up buns this shit is not sweet it ain't cinnamon
Got all the big Fish in my DM, don't fuck with them but I Rall them in



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Writer(s): Kemiyyah Washington
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