In this track, 6ix9ine delivers a provocative narrative centered around themes of street credibility, retaliation, and dominance within the rap industry. The artist emphasizes his confrontational persona through vivid recounts of past altercations and criminal activities, asserting his authenticity and fearlessness. He criticizes his adversaries for their inaction and reliance on diss tracks rather than real-life responses, thereby questioning their legitimacy. The recurring references to firearms and violence underscore the harsh realities of street life while reinforcing his tough image. Additionally, 6ix9ine's braggadocio about wealth and status serves to further establish his position of power and success despite legal challenges. This song is a bold declaration of resilience and supremacy in the face of adversity. #StreetCredibility #RapDominance
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Lyrics
They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real life, like where the energy at?
I shot you, I robbed you and y'all ain't do nothin' back
Remember that? Niggas lacked
Y'all ain't do nothin' back but make tracks
Suck dick, nigga, eat my sack
I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, whole fucking case
So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face
Ain't no pitty-pat, run up on a nigga, give me that
Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' nigga, give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brr-at
Bitch, you know that when I see you, we gon' make it brr-at
I got this flicky, flicky, flicky shot, make him Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a glizzy shot, made him Diddy Bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit go, "Shh," but this .40 blick a shot
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot, shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop, drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock, lock-l-lock-lock
Ring around the rosie, still keep it on me
Fuck a lil' semi, nigga, I'm comin' with this choppa
Bullet that just hit him, he won't make it to the doctor
Stand over his body, kick his head like it's soccer
Your man got shot, you made a diss track
Go get a gun and get some get-back
Your man got shot, he not comin' back
Go get a gun and get some get-back
You a bitch, I knew you wouldn't ride for your homie
I knew you wouldn't ride by your doley
They be on my dick, but if you know me, then you know me
Couple chains, good drip and the Rollie too swollie, look
Big watch, big Cuban, talk weird
Send addy, my guys comin' in
No smiles, no games, fun where?
Die today, can't get away, fun where?
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot, shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop, drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock, lock-l-lock-lock
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot, shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop, drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock, lock-l-lock-lock
Writer(s): Daniel Hernandez, Linards Andzans, Cesar Peralta
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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