Sims - Triple 6's lyrics

Um 6666 uh 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 I I 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!