"WMD" lyrics
6ix & Logic Lyrics
[Logic:]
Check, check
Ooh, this shit tight
All you rappers suck
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like-
Alright, man, I'm sippin' too much scotch right now, we gotta do it again (Uh, leave my shit talk in, though)
Alright, here we go, yo, ayo
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God, no, you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like a Manhattan complex
I'll leave you lost, B, Jesus Christ, don't ever cross me
Like Blue Shield, already retired, yeah, this a new field
Like Inuit Dome, I'm colder than an Inuit home
Outstanding in my field like a crop farmer
Crazy with the tongue like the Dalai Lama
Crazy with the tongue like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Mentality of an old-timer
Your bank account, that shit ain't got no comma
Like an English paper that the teacher failed
I stay on the track as shit derail
Music is my spouse, stay with a pocket of duck mouths
Me and all my homies gettin' pounds of bread, we call it croutons
I got enough in the trust fund for a few sons, ayo
Ayo, you softer than the epidermis of an inner thigh
Take anatomy and ask the teacher why
Never miss 'cause my chromosome Y
Greatest rapper alive, yeah, that's how I identify
Pass the weed, it's right here for all the musicians in need
Hip-hop is my house, I own the motherfuckin' deed
Feel like Keanu in Speed, I just can't stop
This shit ain't pop, I lock it down like a b-boy
You know I destroy, load the clip and watch it deploy
Like WMD, the boy from MD
The only one that make it look as easy as ABC
The L-O-G-I-C out here with H-O-M-E-body
Dynamic duo like Doc and Marty
No DeLorean, the hip-hop historian
The rest of them is bori-an'
I'm Cory in this world that the boy meets
Big fish, little pond, that's the reason don't respond
When these koi speak, fuck the beef
Spend your record-label advance on a chain when you should've fixed your teeth, good grief
It's peanuts
Fuckin' slut
Check, check
Ooh, this shit tight
All you rappers suck
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like-
Alright, man, I'm sippin' too much scotch right now, we gotta do it again (Uh, leave my shit talk in, though)
Alright, here we go, yo, ayo
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God, no, you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like a Manhattan complex
I'll leave you lost, B, Jesus Christ, don't ever cross me
Like Blue Shield, already retired, yeah, this a new field
Like Inuit Dome, I'm colder than an Inuit home
Outstanding in my field like a crop farmer
Crazy with the tongue like the Dalai Lama
Crazy with the tongue like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Mentality of an old-timer
Your bank account, that shit ain't got no comma
Like an English paper that the teacher failed
I stay on the track as shit derail
Music is my spouse, stay with a pocket of duck mouths
Me and all my homies gettin' pounds of bread, we call it croutons
I got enough in the trust fund for a few sons, ayo
Ayo, you softer than the epidermis of an inner thigh
Take anatomy and ask the teacher why
Never miss 'cause my chromosome Y
Greatest rapper alive, yeah, that's how I identify
Pass the weed, it's right here for all the musicians in need
Hip-hop is my house, I own the motherfuckin' deed
Feel like Keanu in Speed, I just can't stop
This shit ain't pop, I lock it down like a b-boy
You know I destroy, load the clip and watch it deploy
Like WMD, the boy from MD
The only one that make it look as easy as ABC
The L-O-G-I-C out here with H-O-M-E-body
Dynamic duo like Doc and Marty
No DeLorean, the hip-hop historian
The rest of them is bori-an'
I'm Cory in this world that the boy meets
Big fish, little pond, that's the reason don't respond
When these koi speak, fuck the beef
Spend your record-label advance on a chain when you should've fixed your teeth, good grief
It's peanuts
Fuckin' slut
