Triple 6's

Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Just me and you, muthafucka
Flippin for real
It’s me and you, motherf—
Starts with ellipsis
I’m sick of bullshit
My brain is full clip
Comin' rapid, they come in clappin'
Asses where their lips is
Can’t imagine these kittens being more derivative
I’m a business
Triple 6's
Really live this
You’re just visiting
All in
Hardened, streaking down the wall
Should have called it swishes
Weird pardon weird
Still ain’t charting
Give no fuck though
What you think I market
Honest raw shit bussin'
Ten years plus and I just started
Beg no pardons
Fuck 'em
I burn 'em all inside the margins
Sharp as carvin', churn 'em out
Bargain, 2K a verse?
Yo' talk is cheap
Garbage, my bars bargin'
Yellin' Large Mark sent me
Smash guitars like they were free
And live accordingly
They’re so afraid of being them these toys
Pretend they’re someone else
They’re all made up, they’re Boyz II Men
They’re so Freudian
I range from none to ten
I ain’t afraid to show my skin
La dee da dee stackin' bodies on my poison pen
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Fuck that shit, I’m comin' back
Yuh, Uh
Never easy
That’s just how it seems, I’m off the meters
Heaters, even my throwaways are keepers
Jesus
They’re fuckin' skeezy Z my Aquafina’s
Sucking features
I laugh Hyena from Ibiza
You ain’t got no Visa
There go my ego, easin'
Sittin' on the beach sippin capuchino
Y’all just try too hard
Like Mid-2000s Al Pacino
All these alpha dogs think they Vegas
But they really Reno
That ain’t no re-up, that’s a Keeva play no fucking Nino
My god, these patzi’s pretend to be somethin' that they’re not
Glossy, lip-talking bossy shit like «We forgot»
No moxie, stache faker than Flim Flossie’s is
Fieros flying by
They think they icy but they frosted-tip Fieris
Hi, my name is Andrew Skater Vandal
Off the handle
I came to change the channel
Dummy, come and shut it down
I just flew back from Europe, tell me how you run it now
I own my masters and my lady
I don’t fuck around
Woo!