Triple 6's - Sims

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 II 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!