[Intro: Kixxie Siete]
Yacht Club, Kixxie Siete
Kickin' off Richlee's new cypher
Let's go, one take, no lies
Turn me up in the headphones
(R Productions)

[Verse: Kixxie Siete]
Created by Richlee, cremated by Kixxie
Steadily killin' the game while these lames remain a mystery
But I ain't tryin' to play Clue
Only want to stay true
Knee deep in this game and it's gettin' hot, stay cool
Temperature is risin', I'm gettin' close to a hundred ten
I could spit a million bars, I ain't even tired yet
I ain't even goin' hard, I ain't even tryin' yet
Y'all could spit a couple bars and look like a retired vet
Last dragon livin' and thinkin' that I was extinct
Thinkin' I was weak too, that ain't what your friends think
That ain't what your girl, your next girl, your ex think
Y'all been talkin' shit so long, your fuckin' breath stink
Y'all gon' need a breath mint, Tic-Tac, Juicy Fruit
Even if your name was Kix you couldn't fill these shoes
Not too shabby, got my swaggy from my daddy
And you fuckers lookin' shaggy, I'm wondering where is Scooby-Doo
Switch the flow up, formerly known as Young Kixx
Until I turned 7 then I decided to grow up
Showin' punks no love, my verses turnin' 'em
Topsy turvy until my words be gettin' them tore up
If you iller than me then you must literally
Have the lyrically, be the killer from Scream
Or somethin' like that, but no sir
You ain't nothin' like that
I be fuckin' 'em up, I be runnin' amok
You rollin' the dice and you pressin' your luck
I'm takin' a chance and I'm doublin' up