6 Summers lyrics

[Intro]
Wait a minute!

[Break]
Trump's got a love child and I hope that b*tch is buckwild
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, yeah

[Verse 1]
Take chains off, take rings off
Bracelets and things, big aches and pains
My jack rang off with clickbait
Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fela, the kunte
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it took a n*gga just to get paid?
And now I think I’m 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo
I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out, n*gga
b*tch, don't spill my sake
You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment
You gon’ have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don’t somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy
[Break]
Trump’s got a love child and I hope that b*tch is buckwild
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

[Interlude]
The revolution will not be televised
But it will be streamed live
In 1080p on your pea-brain head in the face ass mobile device
Alright?

[Break]
This sh*t gon' bang at least six summers
From out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny
It’s hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a nine millimeter
He was nineteen with a burner, they had to off 'em (Off 'em)
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner (Sooner)

[Chorus]
Wait a minute!
This sh*t gon' bang at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers
Summers, summers, summers)
Word!
This sh*t gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh*t gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna kill a n*gga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
[Verse 2]
Come on
This sh*t gon' bang at least six summers
Pop the top, that b*tch 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
n*ggas is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle
We know you lyin', my n*gga, naw, we don't trust you
We know you buy to sell it back to the public
'Cause there's money to be made in a killin' spree
That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter feed
Somebody take this n*gga's phone, is you kiddin' me?
And take them AK's up outta these inner city streets

[Chorus]
This sh*t gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh*t gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna kill a n*gga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner

[Break]
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
[Verse 3]
Dear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn
Shi-tell me somethin' that I don't know
All this f*ckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand
Shi-you know they gon' let 'em go, bro
You was overseas stealin' n*ggas' land and oil
Billy copped the Desert Eag' and it's legal to tote it
Lil' n*gga bullied out his Pumas
But why he have to shoot the whole school up?

[Break]
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

[Chorus]
This sh*t gon' bang at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
Word!
This sh*t gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh*t gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna kill a n*gga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner