VI Seconds - k** Ricky (Don't Funk Up Our Beats 7) lyrics

[Intro] Just ah Give up what you got Just ah Freeze and stop Cause it's as simple as (*gunshot*) to make your breathing stop I'll body you [Verse] That's what I told y'all last year Y'all rappers so p**y, wiping your face is a pap smear Said I wasn't coming, but y'all n***as hardly spit So, SIKE I LIED, perfect time for a [?] eclipse Balling, I'm back for a backyard brawling I'll blast y'all cardigans, back smack y'all partisan [?] I'm on my sh** today, ain't none of you n***as safe You gonna curl up in your face when I let a finger wave The illest hair, there's a code I like to demonstrate When it comes to money, keep it in the family like Kevin Gates Get it straight Feast your eyes on the newest fly, running laps 'round these n***as committing suicide A lame, you are one, now allow me to start He playing games, this controller will make you depart I'm playing my part, inaccurate aiming out of an Acura Putting all of y'all in boxes like I'm selecting a character I came right up, you got left down, put the right up, you square n***as get left down Better write up a will, y'all circle I'm trying angle to X [?] yourself now Let's get it, I set it off, loaded up a Ruger and I let it off The illest motherf**er with metaphors, take note [?] you just left your boss I just run this sh**, Infinity Gauntlet, on my f**ing fist I'm the piece on the board that's the reason for all your sunken ships Out to monopolize without need for apologies, ifs, ands, buts, maybes, doubts, or probablies I've been known to control minds since '09 Now I'm on my own grind, slanging my dick in your co-sign Playing my part in here, putting bullets through yours' is a favor There's no need for you to pick it, like you hold signs Blow mind, I'm a landmine to you landline [?] network, Black Op giving black eyes Black ice for your car crash, sticky bomb in your car dash In other words, reason you f**ed, like a Kardshian Guillotine to your Twitter memes, brainiac wearing Bane's suit King pin on creatine, Kurt Angle to every ankle The beast of the East, and I'm putting my work in If I'm putting my foot down, I'm ceasing the Earth's spin You're now facing the Demigod, believe it ah Cause it's as easy as (*gunshot*) to make your breathing stop Freeze and stop before heat is popped Or you n***as get more kicks than a sneaker shop k** you, chilling with Jesus' pop, it's seamless You'll be like Ricky, you'll feel him and hear him, but won't see the SHOT