King Los - 6 Foot 7 Foot (Freestyle) lyrics

Okay my work out devastating, it petrify haters I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness You ain't sh** my set repping when it's war on I have two n***as pushup and show you four arms What you boys on, I pull up in the latest car Ya'll n***as ain't doing squat, that's why you never raised the bar My ring work like Mayweather with a steady jab And my chain swing like Pacquiao on a heavy bag My j**eler my cut man, your girlfriend my stuntman She jump off on camera, legs spread like the jumpman I'm on the run, damn, you don't see how hard I go Jumping in and out of ropes, you don't see my cardio Audio k**er, I play the a**a**in role Ya'll n***as Degra**i, I'm more like the gra**y knoll You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio Your girl a pistachio, I don't give a f** bout her Only see what's cracking with her just to get that nut out her Gun powder, bullet shells Leather gloves, knuckles out Zero in and take that shot, shooting's what the f** I'm bout Luck is out, it's all sk** No bluffing out that war pill s**er's out, leave substance gushing out his skull still Heart filled with rage and terror, body every punch line Put me in a cage with lions, I'm gon' think it's lunch time Front line soldier sh** Knee cap, shoulder hits Marksman with the flow, chip your tooth if it's over bit It's over with, elite flow Boom bam finito Got rap in a bag, Cool Ranch Doritos Your favorite rapper cool, but I'm 30 more below I show a little muscle like a Jersey Shore guido I hurt your little ego, f** around and get rocked to sleep Rappers can't get at me, it feel like I locked my tweets I got you beat, just accept it This like a DM, cause I ain't got to mention you But you still get the message My sh** perfected Get your weapon if you scared n***a You a trick, I'm on my trick and Trina You don't know nann n***a Yeah n***a, I'm talking to you n***a Look you in your eye, ya heart will fall in your shoe n***a You n***as try Los, never a smart choice I promise you boo-boo, Kevin Hart voice Aw boy, I done went to rock 'em sock 'em mode Knock 'em out shoes and socks I'm on his heels like Doctor Scholl's Lock and I load, co*k and I pop, pop, pop Putting shots in his top of the fo' Lock in his block and I'm clocking his dough Like I'm dropping the rocks in the pot on the stove Dropping the top and I'm clocking his ho Put my foot in his a** 'til his pockets is low Then I'm L-n him out 'til his oxygen low b**h n***as step up a notch in your flow Cause you not on my level stop jocking me ho Stop watching me, prophecy probably says Them n***as that's top on me probably did But you can get properly shot in the head Bloaw, now admit you never heard no sh** this sick before A&R's bring your pistols, we gon' have a bidding war I mean f** else I gotta say Best rapper alive, everybody else died today