Kixxie Siete - Gunslinger lyrics

48 bars f** a hook They told me rapping was a waste of time, tell them no sir I just hit you with that wave of rhymes, like go surf Hang ten motherf**er hope them sharks don't bite Ya'll been sleeping on the kid and it's not alright I hop on MICs, my flow make the crowd go nuts I tell the story of a kid who led a Hawthorne life I remember back then I wasn't all that nice Now you can that tell I'm hard like I got on tights I got all night, till the sun rise and set I lock eyes with your b**h tell her ride my dick I walk around [with the set?] feeling high as heck No money yet, but we fly as sh** so what it look like? A lot of ya'll claim to be chefs in the kitchen But [ya'll ain't dishing no damage?], you ain't about that cook life I'm f**ing hard and I'm hitting the cutting board With the sharpest knives and my bars is nice Mentality of a child who done lost his mind I'm not trill, got sk** write a cold dope verse Go for the k**, I'm so ill I wrote with a quill That was made from the feather of a dodo bird I got a style that knows no bounds I say f** a plan B, go hard 'till it all falls down Keep in mind that I'm so broke now but pretty soon They going to see me come around with a rose gold smile And [I'm all?] with a flow so foul That whenever I spit, they be like, “Damn Kix, close your mouth” f** that, I'mma go all out, I'm about to break through Like an elephant raised in Frodo's house I got a sound that makes the whole crowd pogo bounce I kick sh** hard enough to bring the dojo down No bullsh**, I'm tired of you rodeo clowns The water's rising and I hope ya'll drown, it's high tide I'm out here trying to take your crown, it's my time I'm out here trying to take your shine, like night time I was the little kid that they used to drive by But now I fly by, my how time flies Why would I lie, I put it [on Allah?] I was hidden but I came out the cut, like voila And I swear when I be spitting The microphone turned into the wand of a magician and I'm Harry Potter with it Born in 1990 but I'm rapping like I'm 89 I got your baby girl wanting to be my baby moms Since I'm the new guy they greeting me with laughter But I'm quick to make them scatter once I hit them with that crazy eye Reach for the skies I'm coming to even the odds Competition eaten alive, nobody's leaving alive There's a war outside, grab your vest and guns I tell the legendary story of how the West was one Kixxie