6000 Degrees Song Lyrics

Start me over

Ayy (ayy)
Ayy, these bitches gotta be kiddin’ me (let’s go)
Bitch call me broke when she livin’ off income
My Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally
These bitches was fans before they was enemies (duh)
This bitch is a big dummy

Type of bitch go and flex all her rent money
Stop the cappin’, we know you don’t get money (stop the cap)
It was never no beef with this bitch 6000 Degrees

Man, this ho is delusional and wants some exposure (some exposure)
This bitch grown as the fuck as she twice as my age, on my life
Man, I don’t even know her (on my mama)

Insecure, man, that bitch need some closure
Big Scorpio, I was born in October
One minute, yeah, I be smokin’ a opp
Then I’m smokin’ Gelato, I must be bipolar
Kickin’ big shit with my feet on ’em (ayy)

I ain’t even gotta touch the bitch, ’cause her baby daddy beat on her
No, for real, beat her ass, then he skeet on her
Shit, and he might even pee on her
It’s a opp ho in my fat ‘Wood

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Bitch so broke that she ran out of tissue and wiped her stank ass with a Backwood
But it’s time to close the curtains
Bitch, you so wack, I’d rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name Dish Detergent
Watch my every move, man, this bitch steady lurkin’ (why?)

Yeah, I’m ’bout to get it in (what?)
Bitch, how you gon’ diss, lookin’ sponsored by Citi Trends?
Bitch, you a flop, you don’t know what to do
I can back up on my talk, we can go blue for blue
Come on, bitch
You know you had to mention $hyfromdatre to try to get some views

Stop playin’ (stop playin’)
I really beat bitches for fun
I pulled up on her and she pulled out a gun
I don’t even got the rest of the energy to-
For this lame ass bitch (no cap)
I should slap the fuck out your mama

You grown as the fuck, flashin’ two hundred dollars
(Bitch, get out the booth and get out the field, come on)
The fuck?
Bitch, stop playin’

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You know I’m the face of the city, bitch, that’s why you mad
Ah-ha (ah-ha), ah-ha
Lil’ bitch, ah-ha (ha-ha)
the fuck?
Bitch, you know my name, ho, stop playin’ with me (yeah)

Hahahaha (yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bitch is goofy
And for the record, ho, I don’t stay with my pappy
My racks up in real life, stop playin’ wit’ me, ho
But tell ’em how you was a fan first, ha-ha
Ayy, the fuck?