6 Summers

Wait a minute

Trump's gotta love child and I hope that bitch is buck wild

I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals

I hope her momma's El Salv

I hope her poppa stick around

Take chains off, take rings off

Bracelets and things, big aches and pains

My jack rang off with click bait

Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate

Fela the Kuti, a hundred and fifty of us on a big stage

How long it took a **** just to get paid

And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley (Wow)

(Pronto) I'm in the L.A. with the shaker and (Bongo)

I heard your tape threw it out it was (Compost)

Trimmin' the green with the blade and the (Lawn mow)

Figure it out, ****

Bitch don't spill my Sake

You gon' make me kick you out this apartment

You gon' have to kick it in the lobby

Damn why don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy

Trump's gotta love child and I hope that bitch is buck wild

I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals

I hope her momma's el salv

I hope her poppa stick around (Yes, Lord)

The revolution will not be televised

But it will be streamed live, in 1080 P

On your pea brain head in the face ass, mobile device, alright

This shit gon' bang at least 6 summers

From out that rock you been under

Mummy wrap, duffel bag, gutter bunny

It's hard to stomach cold murder

It's easier to get a 9 millimeter, he was nineteen with the burner

They had to off him, reform, reform shoulda came sooner

This shit gon' bang at least 6 summers, summers, summers...

This shit gon' bang for at least 6 summers

But ain't shit gon' change for at least 3 summers

They tryin' to kill a **** faith, we need a little truth brotha

Pop, pop, pop goes the shooter

Reform, reform shoulda came sooner

Come on, this shit gon' bang at least 6 summers

Pop the top that bitch hot than a motha

We need more peace and less lone gunners

Put down your heat and smoke marijuanas

Pop the lock off your muzzle

**** is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle

We know you lyin' my ****, nah, we don't trust you

We know you buy it then sell it back to the public

'Cause there's, money to be made in a killin' spree

That's why they tryin' to start a war on the twitter feed

Somebody take this ****'s phone, is you kiddin' me

And take them AK's up out of these inner city streets

This shit gon' bang for at least 6 summers

But ain't shit gon' change for at least 3 summers

They tryin' to kill a **** faith, we need a little truth brotha

Pop, pop, pop goes the shooter

Reform, reform shoulda came sooner

And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain

Get the Coltrane and the Cobain

And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain

Get the Coltrane and the Cobain

Dear Mr. president, it's evident, that you don't give a damn, shit

Tell me something that I don't know

All this fuckin' evidence, and if it ever make it to the stand, shit

You know they gon' let them go bro

You was overseas stealing **** land and oil

Billy copped the desert Eag' and it's legal to tote it

Little **** bullied out his Pumas

(But why he have to shoot the whole school up)

And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain

Get the Coltrane and the Cobain

And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain

Get the Coltrane and the Cobain

This shit gon' bang at least 6 summers, summers, summers...

This shit gon' bang for at least 6 summers

But ain't shit gon' change for at least 3 summers

They tryin' to kill a **** faith, we need a little truth brotha

Pop, pop, pop goes the shooter

Reform, reform shoulda came sooner