Rainbow Six

Lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Aviance and JPEGMAFIA] Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty Cunty, cunty, cunty, cun— Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty, cun—, cun— Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You think you know me) [Chorus: Yung Midpack] Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop [Verse 1: Yung Midpack] Pull up on yo' block with the pistol Slap you up nigga, little boy, just dismiss you I don't give a fuck, right punch you, it's official I don't give a shit, lil' nigga, you need tissue For your fucking face 'cause it's full of the blood Blood, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, blood Smack you fuckin' up, nigga, I take a stub Grab you fuckin' up, nigga, put you in the trunk Fuck with me, nigga, I take you to the dump Me, nigga, I— [Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA and 21 Savage] What you niggas want? Huh Got that thang in the trunk, huh What you niggas need? (Yeah) Huh Pills, crack, coke, weed, huh Pressure, pressure (Lord forgive me, I'm sorry) I don't wanna hit 'em with the K I don't wanna hit 'em with the K (Hit 'em all in the body) I'ma have to go and be the bad man Baby, I'ma put him in his place I'ma have to do it to you, baby (I just caught another body) I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit 'em all in the body) Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby (Lord forgive me, I'm sorry) [Chorus: JPEGMAFIA] Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop (Straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop) [Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA] Look, it's the young alt-right menace What's the pistol to a pennant? Treat a writer like a cynic, nigga, huh Surface level niggas never get it Fuck a rating and a cynic (Ooh) Always talking, never livin', nigga, huh I don't make no music for these niggas (Ooh) Say they wanna be a critic But they cannot take no criticism, huh Nigga, we the junkies, they the dealers I be rappin', they be triggered You be writin', I'm a killer, nigga what? Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip? Fuck up your streams, I got the rips Skinny and paid, I'm Taylor Swift We at your job, catch you on shift Nigga, you gone I don't like you (Nigga, I'm—) Niggas don't want it (Fuck, oh) [Bridge: 21 Savage and JPEGMAFIA] Lord forgive me, I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit 'em all in the body (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord forgive me, I'm sorry I just caught another body Hit 'em all in the body I had to get some money (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit 'em all in the body [Outro: JPEGMAFIA] I don't wanna be alone It's so hard for me to trust you, baby I'm around you, baby I got so much on me 40, I'd drown you, baby I don't wanna drown you, baby I just wanna love you, baby I got too much for me Oh my God, I'm so weak Holy fuck, I'm lonely