Lyrics 6Ixshooters - TG Dish

Preach your fake life, do it for the kingdom (do it for the kingdom)
Can you wake up from your nightmares?
Yeah

Hit-and-miss, hit-and-run
If he talking all that shit, I'm gonna shoot and make him run
Hop on this beat, nigga, who said that I don't need no drums?
I'm not Post Malone, I kept an heavy metal like it's drum
I'ma kill that nigga with a Choppa, he ain't coming back
Don't you fucking test me lil' bitch nigga, I don't play tags
Make that Choppa drive with the Uzi, paint the town red
If he talking shit, I'm gonna aim that nigga for his neck

Never miss, call me killer, like Michael Jackson Thriller
Bitch, I pull up to your block, don't get me started with that hittas
6Ixshooters on my block, I just keep that shit kill switch
They don't want autistic kid rapping, I keep it fucking realness
I whooped that pussy boy ass, just like I'm "Batman!"
I killed this man, and this man, and I killed that man
Niggas think he part with the gang, I pull up mad man
Pussy nigga tryna kill me, and he thought I'm the last man

(I keep the hella switch, and you know I'ma hit that shit)
(If I'll see 'em, I'ma kill 'em and then shoot his shit)
Now I'm 'boutta get back on this real shit
Bitch, I'ma keep the motherfucking kill switch, yeah

Hit-and-miss, hit-and-run
If he talking all that shit, I'm gonna shoot and make him run
Hop on this beat, nigga, who said that I don't need no drums?
I'm not Post Malone, I kept an heavy metal like it's drum
I'ma kill that nigga with a Choppa, he ain't coming back
Don't you fucking test me lil' bitch nigga, I don't play tags
Make that Choppa drive with the Uzi, paint the town red
If he talking shit, I'm gonna aim that nigga for his neck