[Intro: Kixxie Siete]
It’s yacht club Kixxie , Siete at the end of that, that mean’s seven if you don’t speak Spanish
[Verse 1: Kixxie Siete]
See I’m this bad muthafucka who’s also a youngin' too
Gotta have a flow that was oh so butta smoove
Crush a booth, I be mean when I cut em loose
I keep it clean, but I leans like a crooked tooth
I’m so bad flow mad when I’m comin through
No swag low class cats need summer school
I’m with a team that’s resembling a fuckin zoo
Pumped off of jungle juice hundred troops runnin loose
I’m off the noose that’s the truth we should celebrate
Tell 'em haters comin after siete they getting ate
That’s mathematics
Most told em addition would help 'em out with they rappin But them jokers never listen
Wasn’t good at division, lemme teach 'em that multiplication
Showin' up at your pad with my guns blazin
40 dudes packin the heat maybe two straps each
16 a piece that’s 32 on my Nas shit
40 times 32 rounds that shit is nonsense
Talk shit that results in you getting drop kicked
Talk slick walk slicker, Spit bars tastin' like malt liquor
Give me more liquor, more swishers
A quarter ounce of that devil’s lettuce
I’m on my rebel status, I’m heavy metal swaggin'
I’m in a metal dragon
I’m in a hummer limo puffin on a cigarillo
I’m under pillows with bad bitches and other nymphos
I’m never losin a rhythm so please listen
While I be smashin the tempo
Start to think my friends know
Even know the ink in my pen low
I’m concealing weapons in my trench coat, a blunt full of pretendo for the weed cats
A blunt full of the bomb shed for the heat raps
Yeah, I boil bastards, they ain't really hittin like weak weed
They ain't really stickin like swishers in foil wrappers
All rappers beware, you be sorry if you met me
I’m everybody’s pet peeve , I be sick and deadly
I be quick as Jet Li , swagger by the plenty
Haters tend to envy cause my style is never ending
I’m the type of dude who might seem kinda rude
But after some wine and food I’m actually pretty friendly
They call me Yacht Club Kixxie…. Siete