Hype Outlawz - Praise The 6 Freestyle

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the new shit
Yeah, yeah
It's the new shit
Yeah, yeah
Praise the 6, praise the 6, praise the 6 ey
Praise the 6, praise the 6, pray I'm sick ey
666 All these numbers
Where you get em
I don't know
Triple kekes
All these bitches
Where you get em
I don't know
Sick bitches
Big titties
Where they from
I don't know
Big tings
Doing numbers
All this clout
Like I know
From the hood
Staying blooding to the billions
That's for sure
Lost my cool
Now I'm stunting on these nikkas
That's for sure
Dog Town is where I'm from
Cloud 9 where we at
Alkhaida ra
Drop bombs 9/11 in this shit
Black and white trilling soldier with no grills on
TMT Jabs in like the first pussy I tore
Preme all day I don't even fuck with Louis Vuitton
Told my hittas we be making all the mula nikka ching-ching
Getting rich
Fucking a bitch
Drivers seat
Road trip
That's the shit
Ask the bitches
I'm the shit
Ask ya bitch
I'm the king
I'm the plug
You a fiend
Call the cops
You a snitch
Fuck around
You get killed
You can see
How it is
Fuck a beat
Catch wave
Lots of chains
On my wrist
Slavery
First degree
Lotta cash
Lottery
Rapping it out
Trapping it out
Let there be light
Let there be sound
For all the clout
Rolling loud
Shout it out
This is a riot
Burn your house
Then we out
It's Dog Town
Figure out
Time up for the motherfucking fuckboys nikka

Written by:
Kabelo Mosimanewakgosi

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