6000 Degrees (AH HA) lyrics

[Verse]
Ay, ay
Ay, these b*tches gotta be kidding me (Let’s go)
b*tch call me broke when she livin' off income
My Gucci cost more than your rent, b*tch, literally
These b*tches was fans before they was enemies (Duh)
This b*tch is a big dummy
Type of b*tch go and flex all her rent money
Stop the capping we know you don’t get money (Stop the cap)
It was never no beef with this b*tch
Man, this ho is delusional and want some exposure (Some exposure)
This b*tch grown as thе f*ck and she twice as my age
On my lifе, man, I don’t even know her (On my mama)
Insecure, man, that b*tch need some closure
Big Scorpio, I was born in October
One minute, yeah, I be smoking a opp
Then I’m smoking Gelato, I must be bipolar

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ big sh*t with my feet on 'em (Ay)
I ain’t even gotta touch the b*tch
'Cause her baby daddy beat on her
No forreal, beat her ass, then he skeet on her
sh*t, and he might even pee on her
It’s a opp hoe in my fat wood
b*tch so broke that she ran out of tissue
And wiped her stank ass with a backwood
But it’s time to close the curtain
b*tch you so wack, I’d rather play with murder
Fresh as f*ck, like my name dish detergent
Watch my every move
Man, this b*tch steady lurking (Why?)
Yeah, I’m bout to get it in (What?)
b*tch, how you gon’ diss lookin sponsored by Citi Trends?
b*tch you a flop, you don’t know what to do
I came back to my talk, we can go blue for blue
[Break]
Come on, b*tch
You know you had to mention $hyfromdatre to get some views
Stop playin’ (Stop playin')

[Outro]
I really beat b*tches for fun
I pulled up on her and she pulled out a gun
I don’t even got the rest of the energy to—
For this lame ass b*tch (No cap)
I should slap the f*ck out your mama
You grown as the f*ck flashing two hundred dollars, the f*ck
(b*tch get out the booth and come get in the field)
You know I'm the face of the city, b*tch
That’s why you mad, ahh, ahh
Lil' b*tch, ahh
b*tch, you know my name
Ho, stop playin with me, haha
This b*tch is goofy
And for the record ho, I don’t stay with my pappy
My racks stack real life
Stop playin' with me
Now tell 'em how you was a fan first
Ayy, the f*ck