Lyrics Six Shots - CusaX feat. 44ron

Yo, yeah (Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots)

Me to you, or anybody in your clique, notice there's
Not a thing we possess in common, not one iota shared
And you can bet your fuckin' ass we been busy
Vaccine dripping on the track, grab a CDC
Medically approved hazmat suit—PPE
Because I can guarantee you ain't catchin' a single thing
Yeo, we all got this motherfucker locked down
Speak so evil, we go lethal, think we gonna stop now?
No cop outs, on route for the top, blaow!
Hip-hop clowns, you got clout from brainwashed crowds
These thought clouds, fillin' up, turnin' dark
This is where my journey starts
Fuck the hand I'm dealt, I'll burn there cards
'Cause I been workin' hard and every verse I'll murder long
As I continue to pursue and do this form of verbal art

Everybody, everyone that I know
Lookin' at me like I don't know what's up
Think about the fact that we back into action, so
Lookin' at me when I won't give it up
Pieces of the puzzle are fallin' into there places
Detrimental to the mental, we ain't gonna waste this
Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots (Yo)

Sick as an animal at the veterinarian
Stickers, I'm laminating, parent advisory sparingly
Inconsequential mental adventures inside my dictionary
If I'm lookin' for the peak of my act
I'm seekin' how to release like I was a beacon of rap
No deceivin' or means of uneasy treason or grievin'
Leavin' reasons to believe that we seasoned and undefeated
Second to what? Bet you a buck
That you insinuate that Cusa 44 ain't enough
Got a pick the play I make, so don't predict the way I ain't
If you think about it for an eighth of a second
You bit the bullet for the moment, but just wait for my record
Spin the barrel like it's Russian roulette
But we filled the fuckin' chamber full of hollow point lead!

Everybody, everyone that I know
Lookin' at me like I don't know what's up
Think about the fact that we back into action, so
Lookin' at me when I won't give it up
Pieces of the puzzle are fallin' into there places
Detrimental to the mental, we ain't gonna waste this
Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots