Текст песни 6X8 - mintxy

(Before the album type shit, finna record on this bit, finna)

(I've been trying, trying, trying, trying, to get you under, my impression)

Sippin' all this damn green, make my heart turn yellow
Always tryna act polite, not tryna be a fancy fellow
Never seen this bitch before, I had to hit her with the hello
Man, this za slow me down, I been tryna act mello (laid back)

You won't even see me when I'm gone, I'm no good at goodbyes
Yes, you could get a kiss, baby, look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
I can make it last forever, you don't gotta cry
Let's make the most of this night before we run out of time

(What the fuck?)
I saw a bird yesterday, reminded me of how fly I was
Like how you hold the pole and you don't even know what it does?
Most of these rappers don't pop shit, let's get serious
They ain't on the block clutching the knock, they just cappin'

Get they money from other losers and all that shit actin'
And they talkin' bout killin' people, I'm actually rappin'
I should work in an office because this paper I'm stackin'
Had to make this shit 8 bars, but now let's get back to action
Okay, let's do it like.

They call me the drill lord, 2-3-1
Kicks on my feet, it's some 23's, hon
I'm doin' some shit that has never been done
It's no crease protectors wit' Air Force 1's

I go bar for bar like a pill addict
On a few beats, goin' crazy, I'm still spazzin'
I'm not a damn down bad rapper
I'm right in my room with a mic, bitch, I'm not trappin'

Eatin' truffle butter steak, I'm at Ruth Chris
Hoes hit me up, I'm on my line with my new bitch (new bitch)
"Mintxy, come and give me dick", I'm like, no hoe

Talkin' about I don't got the hoes, I got a boatload (nah, that's cap)
I just gave the bitch head, and now she want more (she a freak)
Bend the bitch over, got her archin', now her back sore
I'm not givin' you money for drugs, you a crack whore
It's every bitch K, got 'em leavin' out the back door

Spin again, spin again, just spin again
(Nah, fuck that, fuck that)
Yeah, got your bitch spin like a fidget
Titties too small, yeah, they damn near some midgets

Told her, bae, I am the shit like a pigeon
You throw a punch, but I'm weavin', you missin' (bitch, you suck)
I want the fade, but you always be duckin'
You a lil' bitch, you won't do it in public

You a track star with the mouth you be runnin'
I ain't no weirdo, it's one bitch I'm cuffin'

I got my weed through (got my drugs)
If I get past TSA, I might not need you (no I won't)
All these motions you be showin' fake
Bitch, they see through
Can't even see what you throwin' at me with a clear view

Fuck it, I'ma dismiss you
I don't like them chappy lips, I don't even wanna kiss you
Fuck it, and you a bitch too
And that was 48 bars, write a list too
I killed it

Already know what type of mode I'm on, bitch
That was six times eight, bitch