Yeah
Ay
Shoutout X
Look At Me, this the remix
T-Fesk, ayy, yah
Yah
Played up some ball with your friends, stoppin' your ass, a mannequin
Doin' the challenge cuz shit in the
Trends, livin' this life, hashtaggin' mainstream
Bitches don't care if your penis is big
They just need money, don't even reach pants
Bitches don't like you cuz of the gym
Maybe they like you 'cause of the gin
Way too young to be this lit
Put my troubles in the shit
6lack know-know the fuckin deal
This the remix of the year
The remix of the year
Yeah, This the remix of the year.
Uh, It's like I wanna save all these goddamn hoes
Ain't saying Imma bring you a goddamn rose
But I can bring you here and I can bring you there
Make you open your eyes make you know a real man
Yeah.
Do what the song says
Yeah.
Look at my white ass
All these motherfuckers keep on knocking at my door
It ain't about the money and it ain't about the flow
Cuz me see no dough and the flow's Tentacion
It ain't about the fame, maybe the flame in my songs
But there's a last thing and I think I know
Cuz like Eric. B & Rakim, I Got Soul
I don't think a motherfucker can forgive
Take a motherfucker and kill again
Make the motherfucker won't sin again
Sinnin' as fuck but the Lord my friend
Splashing on punks like a whoopee cushion
Torture punks like a torture maschine
Mashin' on 'em, my mask off
Future shit, 'bout to blast off
I would fight war with peace but we can't
Cuz nowadays living is war but it seems
It ain't working, it doesn't go
So get yo ass a gun and shoot a punk if he comes
Mashing on 'em, my mask off
Future shit, 'bout to blast off
Mashing on 'em, my mask off
Future shit, 'bout to blast off
'Bout to blast off, blast off
'Bout to blast off
