"6000 Degrees (AH HA)" lyrics
Ay, ay
Ay, these bitches gotta be kidding me (Let's go)
Bitch call me broke when she livin' off income
My Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally
These bitches was fans before they was enemies (Duh)
This bitch is a big dummy
Type of bitch 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 bitch
Man, this ho is delusional and want some exposure (Some exposure)
This bitch grown as the fuck and she twice as my age
On my life, man, I don't even know her (On my mama)
Insecure, man, that bitch 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
Kickin' big shit with my feet on 'em (Ay)
I ain't even gotta touch the bitch
'Cause her baby daddy beat on her
No forreal, beat her ass, then he skeet on her
Shit, and he might even pee on her
It's a opp hoe in my fat wood
Bitch so broke that she ran out of tissue
And wiped her stank ass with a backwood
But it's time to close the curtain
Bitch you so wack, I'd rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name dish detergent
Watch my every move
Man, this bitch steady lurking (Why?)
Yeah, I'm bout to get it in (What?)
Bitch, how you gon' diss lookin sponsored by Citi Trends?
Bitch you a flop, you don't know what to do
I came back to my talk, we can go blue for blue
Come on, bitch
You know you had to mention $hyfromdatre to get some views
Stop playin' (Stop playin')
I really beat bitches 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 bitch (No cap)
I should slap the fuck out your mama
You grown as the fuck flashing two hundred dollars, the fuck
(Bitch get out the booth and come get in the field)
You know I'm the face of the city, bitch
That's why you mad, ahh, ahh
Lil' bitch, ahh
Bitch, you know my name
Ho, stop playin with me, haha
This bitch 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 fuck
Ay, these bitches gotta be kidding me (Let's go)
Bitch call me broke when she livin' off income
My Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally
These bitches was fans before they was enemies (Duh)
This bitch is a big dummy
Type of bitch 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 bitch
Man, this ho is delusional and want some exposure (Some exposure)
This bitch grown as the fuck and she twice as my age
On my life, man, I don't even know her (On my mama)
Insecure, man, that bitch 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
Kickin' big shit with my feet on 'em (Ay)
I ain't even gotta touch the bitch
'Cause her baby daddy beat on her
No forreal, beat her ass, then he skeet on her
Shit, and he might even pee on her
It's a opp hoe in my fat wood
Bitch so broke that she ran out of tissue
And wiped her stank ass with a backwood
But it's time to close the curtain
Bitch you so wack, I'd rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name dish detergent
Watch my every move
Man, this bitch steady lurking (Why?)
Yeah, I'm bout to get it in (What?)
Bitch, how you gon' diss lookin sponsored by Citi Trends?
Bitch you a flop, you don't know what to do
I came back to my talk, we can go blue for blue
Come on, bitch
You know you had to mention $hyfromdatre to get some views
Stop playin' (Stop playin')
I really beat bitches 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 bitch (No cap)
I should slap the fuck out your mama
You grown as the fuck flashing two hundred dollars, the fuck
(Bitch get out the booth and come get in the field)
You know I'm the face of the city, bitch
That's why you mad, ahh, ahh
Lil' bitch, ahh
Bitch, you know my name
Ho, stop playin with me, haha
This bitch 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 fuck
Thanks to coby for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Shinesha Smith
