VI Seconds
Kill Ricky (Don’t Funk Up Our Beats 7)
[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 pussy, 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 shit 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 motherfucker with metaphors, take note [?] you just left your boss
I just run this shit, Infinity Gauntlet, on my fucking 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 fucked, 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
Kill 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