6klorr - I Told You

Don't care how I start this off
Lot of shit on my mind, I don't think I can write it all
My back to the fuckin wall
But I'm back on my shit close the toilet, can't fucking cough
No migos I'm taking off
If you thought that I lost it, well bitch you a fuckin sloth
Flaccid, you fuckin' soft
If yo' music was CD's yo' shit would get fucking tossed
I'm cut from a different cloth
I can't rock out like that, imma star Gotta fuckin ball
Yeah ima take it all
No I won't play the back, I can't front, not at fuckin all
Ima' god I won't never fall
I'm shittin on bitches don't come in my fucking stall
Yeah ima fucking drawl
I'm the only thing popping, so who you gon fuckin call?

Yeah bitch I'm taking off now, yeah bitch I'm taking off now
Feel like a fuckin boss now feel like a fuckin boss now
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you niggas, shoulda listened
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you bitches, shoulda listened

Now I'm Kamazaki spittin
VSS's shinnin' glisten
Drivin, dancing on the ceiling
Talkin shit cause I can feel it
Told you niggas should've listened
I told you bitches should've listened
I told you niggas should've listened
I told you bitches should've listened

Yeah bitch I'm taking off now, yeah bitch I'm taking off now
Feel like a fuckin boss now, feel like a fuckin boss now
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you niggas, shoulda listened
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you niggas, shoulda listened

I'm in my bag, man I need da bag, all of these rappers is last
I think she mad, man I think she mad I popped out the cut like a scab
Just like I'm mad max, knockin down trash cans, Lil' Chris in the lab
Then I get fried bae, like it is Friday, I got the gank and the dab
You cannot try me, I am too high, smoke all these woods I might die
Looking exotic, you might wanna try it, get some head then I lie
Your bars are not popping, you said that you hot babe, that shit was a lie
My drip can't be copied I am to fly, bitch I am touching the sky

Might fall down wit da pope ima god
Still gon win when you hope that I'm not
You can never say that you won't, cause you are
But I'm still going past you bitches, septa cart
Try to come for me, take more than ya heart
Take more than ya bars, take more than a start
Take more than the charts, take more than the stars
No I'm never really gonna care what it cost
I know I'm gonna make it never scared for a loss
I'm tryna get the ice and the cake wit the frost
Yeah I got the whip and the drip and the sauce
Face pretty, only need the brows and some gloss
Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Only real niggas gonna get through the guards
Come correct, cause it won't be me who you cross
Betta ask about me, I will pull your card

Yeah bitch I'm taking off now, yeah bitch I'm taking off now
Feel like a fuckin boss now, feel like a fuckin boss now
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you niggas, shoulda listened
Banga cooking in the kitchen
I told you bitches, shoulda listened

I'm in my bag I downed a Mollie pitcher
It got a couple perks, my palms is itching
You see me flexin on the gram I switch it
I say Alexa play 6K and mix it
I feel y'all talking shit my eye is twitching
Now play this back to back karate kickers
So full of it lil baby gettin thicker, body cold now but the bars is sicker (WOOH)

Yeah bitch I'm taking off now, yeah bitch I'm making calls now
Feel like a fuckin boss now
In the cut like I fuckin floss now
Don't ask where the fuckin bars now
Cause I'm hall of fame randy moss now

Now I'm Kamazaki spittin
VSS's shinnin' glisten
Drivin, dancing on the ceiling
Talkin shit cause I can feel it
I'm being humble but I'm bout to kill it
Never crumble, I can't chill won't take a million
I'm gettin heavy like I'm body building
Spitting till my breath sink to the fuckin ceiling

Written by:
Bahirah Tucker

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