56K (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] Sippin on the Palmer, lookin like a bomber Spit it to your mom-er, thinkin I'm Obam-er Hotter than a sauna, colder than a pillow Rolling like a villain, holla if you feel him Still a wizard killing, me, I want a million Bitches that's Brazilian, money to the ceiling Now I'm Young No Money, spent all my show money Spend it on a ho money, drop it on her ho tummy Yeah we can't have babies havin babies Imagine me with a kid at 22 while I try to play me Be even broker than I am now, sucks like Shamwow So safe sex is the plan now And older me make better decisions Stay home and watch television My inner vision of better livin'—I've seen it I better believe it, 56-inch Zenith Like I got a 56 inch penis—56K! [Verse 2: Nigel Nasty] Catch me actin in the club something serious Arizona labor day, women on their periods Cool water curve cologne, I'm off my own patron Anti-social so I'm looking at my phone for bone Leave alone and I hop on the Ducati Hotbox the helmet, feel it in my body (High) Grand central parkway, bought a baby Parkay (Smooth!) Jackie Rob rob your life with a sharp display Information high stakes, optimistic primate Beast mode, beast wars, CGI I'm high, man Power up like nightsteel, regroup like ReBoot Regroup my people on chatrooms, be back soon I just wanna dance like a baby GIF me out, ma, GIF me out, web's going crazy 22-male from Queens, where your friends be No photo on my profile, inbox looking empty [Verse 3: Lansky] Peace to my Queens team, party like the '86 Mets Joint's slick, a bitches place is a mess (clean this shit up) Designer drugs finest ones they all spent Comin off mattins this white like the child of tibet Listen, baby, I'm a New York Met I used to play the park bench Saw them pitchin out a head coach And iced to ice to gold chains, those were the days Bring pops that was the thing graduated the lane See bitches that was reminding me kids they baby fathers And babies havin babies they're livin any kind of way New York is douchebags, friendly on the chit chat They be the type to boss up and never give you shit back Learned this back in fifth grade when nigga stole my Donkey Kong game Had to retaliate, ten, facing suspension, I'm a good kid Never took juks, far from a crook man Ironic how i thought about this all in central booking [Verse 4: Antwon] Before Google Chrome, and online scriptures I had the AOL, I used to jack off to pictures Had a internet girlfriend, used to send me pictures One was mall goth, and the other lived in Texas Had a wicked one that swore she threw hexes She gonna cut my dick off if another girl I'm sextin' 'Twon in the Lexus, drinking on the side of the shit Side of the whip, bean pies, fries, and some dip When I die, 56K to my bad kids But can a nigga live? I'm eatin scrimps, chutney on the chips I'm hater on my firewall, that's how real it gets People think I'm blowing up, no amps to spit But my friends broke too knowin how it is Living day to day, hope a nigga make it through The ethernet bumping when the Comcast kills you, nigga! [Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Ring a ting a ting, it's that dialup connection Bad bitches on twitter that deserve a mention Ring a ting a ting, it's that dialup connection Bad bitches on twitter that deserve a mention (It's that dialup connection, it's that dialup connection) [Verse 5: Lakutis] Running 'round my hometown, every day, I spread my seed (Ha!) Hundred blue-eyed devils speakin Spanish be my legacy (Woop) Me I'm born and raised New York but old-earth Russian (Russian!) Mixing up that heritage, bitch, more 'tussin (Tussin'!) Smoke something so fucking ill, I Make a million every fucking minute, can I— Get up in that gushy? You can have my pack of Gushers Mami I still work whole bottles cocky These old copper's will never find me Damn I'm the man though (I'm the man!) Style out the wazoo (That's a butt!) Bitches say we love you, fly out to watch you I wish I could watch two, M—Mickey in the watch boo Gotta rub me the right way, genie in a bottle [Bridge: Lakutis] Shoryuken shoryuken sh sh shoryuken shoryuken Sh sh shoryuken shoryuken Sh sh shoryuken shoryuken Sh sh shoryuken shoryuken (Lakutis Lakutis Lakutis lakutis) [Verse 6: DVS] DVS! (Welcome!) Call me the product of shoddy politics Sloppy economy shittin, bitch, and never call me again I'm a commodity, I'll properly Macaulay my property Home alone, paint can to the dome Log off off my prodigy That's how you say "get off my dick" in technology It outghta be common knowledge but probably it college garbage Word is bond that my modern-day Sean Connery puff tropical Marley I'm unstoppable man (Unstoppable man) We them Duane Reade babies, in the streets crazy Eat loosies, drink Everclear, get zooted, and piss everywhere Illuminati want my screenname and my body They gon' upload me to jail, Ghost in the Shell I hope SOPA don't hold the [?] to get close to me Hold a post like a rosary Call the pope in to cope with me Hopefully JoDeCi no You could bring in all your gospel apostles Impossible to knock me off line (Goodbye!) [Verse 7: Kitty Pride] I'm all blue and orange, I think in portals I'm Al Gore get on my global warming shit I'll beat you more and more at it Of course I got my cheats I'll make it gory again I'll never get bored of it because I respawn I'm a primadonna en linea, eating all of your dinners I'm Michael Bolton beating all of your printers I'm literati and wittier than you thought You can follow my twitter at kitavel' If I writ it then it's written well Simply browsing my flickr begins to get it wet And get erect, you're dim and I'm glimmering like I'm glitter text I'm grim as if I'm Billy and Mandy Stealing your fans, B I'm willing and handy I'll make sure you get Mr. Hands Instagram I hope you get bit by a million ants And get shipped to distant lands Rap game tiny Danzig, I'm a little Misfit Oops I did it again, because I'm Brit, bitch [Verse 8: Ne$$ of Weekend Money] Weekend Money! Cybersex, Twitter beef Chief Keef, Lil B Credit card scam slinging grams on my twitter feed Nigga gotta eat baby starvin round the way EBT card balance low, baby mama cray Money slow like 56K, you know dialup Still 56 ways hustle-nomics by any means While you was bracin for that Y2K We mary jane and this white girl Menage a tray all night till the daylight Thugs dimes and trays You know riding around getting it, no 2 Chainz I ain't talking nothing fancy, Brooklyn bound 2 train In the city with the skinny nigga end up slain dang I'm just trying to spit these raps out Waking up to the sound of a Mac poppin, no laptop Diary of a trap rapper Ness Signing off nigga, live from the apple [Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Ring a ting a ting, it's that dialup connection Bad bitches on twitter that deserve a mention Ring a ting a ting, it's that dialup connection Bad bitches on twitter that deserve a mention (It's that dialup connection, it's that dialup connection)