Real Plexxx - Lil B

6 Kiss

6 Kiss mixtape

It’s your boy Lil Boss

Real Plexxx

I’ve been spitting hard since the days of fifteen

Life been good and the nights is history

Came from the turf so you know I’m active

Put me in the trap house with the zips and mattress

And I’ll double up, turn your zips to caches

Dope fiend party here, and the guests is ashes

Don’t worry if I’m strapped, just know I’m stashing

Like you hard, just know I’m packing

Think about it, I’m clean as napkins

When I first got caught, it was the greed I’m having

You thought if you lied, you would win like Madden

Then run like Darren McFadden, this is not just rapping

Real Plexxx is when you pass off asses

When you catch him in the bar and you take his glasses

Thought I was a nerd 'til I showed them acid

Not talking 'bout the drug, but I left them gasping

Real Plexxx is when you not a coward

When you live your own life, and your dreams is power

Even though you’re not fresh, I believe the shower

Any rap nigga want it, best believe I’ll devour

Yeah, let’s play the game of robbers

When your bro mask up and he hold them choppers

And you can’t bitch out cause he know your mama

And mama didn’t raise no bitch, we bring that drama

No goat, but I’ll bring that llama

Put a nigga in the dirt like Mexican bombers

Yeah, that’s puto loco

What you need, ese?

Bitch, I need that coco

Been up two days and I’m off that robo

I don’t wanna see the pigs, I don’t fuck with popo

Dude asked me if I fuck with popo

That’s like asking me if I’m a homo

Like two wrongs, that’s a no-no

Can’t stop, so I guess I’ll go-go

And no I don’t dance, but I get lap dances

I make her run court for the boss like Steve Francis

Yeah, yes, I’m the king

I got it tatted on my neck so your boss could see

Got it tatted on my throat so your bitch could see

Brangdang, just drip, so I been the sea

You’re just sick, but I been diseased

Do your girl got milk?

Cause I need the cheese

Plus stack away dope for the legal fees

Ho tried to sue me, that’s the day they plead

Tried to fuck me, that’s the day they bleed

But above that ignorant shit

I’m in the country club, with a bottle of juice

A bird in the glass, that’s a bottle of Goose

Cost 35 G’s just to get in the booth

Niggas praying to the God, cause they know I’m the truth

Mixing rap with reality, it’s fact with the fiction

Act with precision, the MAC what I’m spitting

Take you ten years just to stack what I’m getting, young boy

Yeah, young bitch, man, 6 Kiss mixtape

Take that mask off, you can’t rap what I’m living

Try to take that, send your back on a mission

Leave his head cracked with his face all missing

You don’t even care, but your girl really miss him

Pay cash down for a show, just to kiss him

Get a little head, cause the game too consistent

No assisting, riding tints, I’m weeded

With mic I beat it, cause the case I beat it

And her face, I beaded, put my back against the wall

Best believe I squeeze it, like the drink

You niggas playing with Visas, I’m in Monticello

Feeling pure, eating pizza

Don’t like rappers, don’t like suckers

Don’t like snitches, don’t like busters

Spit a couple rhymes, cause my mind like a toaster

Get a little hot with the bread, I’ll toast ya, nigga