Track Name: Intro
Track Artist: 6ixteen


[ Chorus]
Y'all n***as wanna be treated like kings
But you busy acting like queens
Why you acting like you wanna get pinched
Y'all RNB n***as acting so weird

[Verse 1]
Take a seat,lemme school you am professor n***a
I've been listening to your shit,you wack n***a
Put your bars in the bin,they shit n***a
I've been rolling through the hood,am rapping
I'll spank you n***a
You weak n***a
Am 16 n***a
I rhyme n***a
I do the Eminem shit,but Travis n***a
I preach like a priest, I rhyme n***a
Take a sit,wear uniform, am teaching n***a
Keep quiet,listen here, the topic is
Listen here do the shit it's "RAP" n***a
Take out your note book
And write rules
Am teaching you
You better look
And listen too
I rap better than your bitch is fucking you
Everybody want a feat from me or you?
Am rapping better than your shit am better shoot
My verses turn your bitch on and turn you off
Rhyming And Poems n***a,I rap good
My lines heat up on your hood, I burn you n***a
I chase millions
You chase bitches
I rhyme n***a
You flop n***a
I win n***a
You lose n***a
Am way better than your fake ass n***a
I'ma bust down all you wack n***as
Ain't got time to be deasing all you wack n***as
Diss me
I'ma kill you with my bars n***a
Call me 6ixteen,am way better than your fake n***as
Come again
You haven't heard the last of me
I can ride this beat,fuck your melody
You sound like radio,I got a station
You be cooking beef,I be eating it
You just wanna have me for a dinner n***a
I just wanna have your bitch for snacking n***a
Your birch ride me good
You wanna join?
Better fix all your verses, or I'll smack you n***a
Dissing ain't shit,but you pushing me
N***as gossiping (what my bitches suppose to do?)
I'ma rapper you're a claimer, I'll shoot you
What am I suppose to do when you wack n***as come up with wack verses?
You mumble or you rap?
Can't tell different
I be rapping way better than your fake n***as
I'll spank you and you bow like servant n***a
Hit up
Switch up
I make the move n***a
All you n***as
Shitting your pants n***as
I call the shots
And you reverse n***a
Fuck up all the comas
And dress better
Y'all n***as bragging but I know you get the message
Or you want letter I can send it Via office
Read it carefully don't be getting wrong message
Am a new kid on the block better notice

[Verse 2]
Paper chasing I'll be riding good through the city
I be counting all the quads and making the millions
Busy chasing on the bitches fucking all their titties
I wanna give a warning to the lamiest n***as
N***as be claiming that they rapping,that's some dancing
This is not a diss track but its just a warning
Be careful n***a am the n***a who you don't mess with
Got my father gunz pull a trigger then we're laughing
Oh you rapping?
You sound like an FM
Busy looking for a station am watching Netflix
With keutchy and flexy
Where is everybody busy dissing on platform
Am rapping
You trashing
Am laughing
You wrecking
I don't want a job
I just wanna warn you n***as
I'm a devil's cousin don't be talking bout
My brother
Who you gon diss am a n***a from Wakanda
Drinking purple medicine I'ma bust you down
Say am a motherfucker means am your stepfather
Don't be talking bout the Rari and flex Nana
Papa know you just the lamest of them all Nana
Don't be caught up in the middle of a bomb Nana
Know your step daddy loves you gon' win Nana
Am a cosine to the n***as that are lame Nana
Lemme close I don't wanna go further bout that
Am happy that I did it am well known now
Now am ready for the come up hit the dolce and gabbana on the street n***a fuck am outta here

[Chorus]
Y'all n***as wanna be treated like kings
But you busy acting like queens
Why you acting like you wanna get pinched
Y'all RNB n***as acting so weird

[Outro]
Hit up
Switch up
I make the move n***a
All you n***as
Shitting your pants n***as
I call the shots
And you reverse n***a
Fuck up all the comas
And dress better