CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Flibbity Hibbity
So a lot of people said that my last record ain't no diss
Well, mama ain't raise no b*t*h
I'ma come back on you like I'm Thanos with the Gauntlet
You the Gawd, but I'm the one with the halo rings
Uh, and you the new Blueface
Rappin' offbeat like he was Bobby Boucher
M-M-M-Mama said! Water boy
Got his whole fanbase in his hand, drinkin' that Kool-Aid
Now I'm 'bout to go flibbity hibbity
LOL, JK
Just because I rap like an AK doesn't mean I can't slow it down
And murder you at your own game, old man
You're almost twenty-eight, I'm twenty-three
By the time I'm your age, I'ma be bigger than the YouTube scene
While you gon' be a no-name
Backpack rappin' for the "love of the damn game"
You wanted smoke? I'm the propane
Hit him with that profane, kill him quick, send his a** to probate
You about as potent as cocaine if the sh*t was low-grade
Yeah, I been a d**k, like the Pope's name
You never want a Luke GAWNE rap
I don't gotta brag just to prove that fact
Someone give Seconds his Juul pod back
'Cause if he tries to smoke me, I'll make his lungs turn black
Facts, you know I go ham
They need to let him know he's a walkin' dead man...
'Cause I don't need a plan, all I gotta do is get up on the mic
And talk about that mo'f**kin' headband!
You lookin' like Naruto, Teenage Mutant
Stupid mo'f**ker, I smoke him like charcoal
Lookin' like LeBron with the headband
When he couldn't make a three-point shot, I could do the sh*t with my left hand
Married to the game, no best man
Me, myself and I, I'ma weapon
Murder any rapper who was thinkin' about steppin'
That includes this b*t*h, little VI Seconds!
Six, five, four, three, two
When it hits one, just know that you're through
I got you in my scopes and you gon' need more
Than a beanie cap to cover your head when I shoot- boom!
Take the nose ring off
Shizzy done went and got a sex change, dog
How you gonna claim you the battle rap god
When this motherf**ker went and got his breasts enlarged?
I told you not to test me, dawg
Why does sh*t always gotta get messy? Ah!
My last round seemed not to impress you all
But this round, I'm makin' you my last name- Seconds is gone!
B*t*h, I'm the king like I'm Kong!
Droppin' the bomb, because I put the Kim in the Jong
Like a nuclear bomb when I'm launchin' it
Through your abdominal, honest to God!
Six minus five is my number
Fanbase watchin' you lose, what a bummer
Princess VI gettin' burned by the kid
But at least she's having one hot girl summer!
Uh! You can bet I'm raw, even when I fall
Always bounce back, like a tennis ball
It's V-I
Gettin' his a** kicked when I put my foot through his Levi's
Fee fi
I'm a rap giant, you're just knee-high
Someone tell Gawd if we box
That I'll leave him bleedin' so bad, he's gon' need a f**kin' tampon!
Damn, the ice pack is in the fridge
Next to the ranch and the cypher you did
You and the fridge, you got somethin' in common
You're both goin' cold when the fourth quarter hits
Uh, b*t*h, I am the sh*t
Wiping my a** with the raps that you did
I murdered you when we was both on the cypher
Now murdered again in the form of a diss
O. J.'s wife; I'ma hit you with the sludge
Tell the mo'f**kin' judge that the glove don't fit
This the return of the comeback kid
I was down round one, but the twelfth round, knockout hits
Lookin' like Medusa with the hairline
Don't you dare try f**kin' with me, I'm a scary guy
You are like a grounded airline, no air time
9/11, I'ma crash a Boeing 747
Into Tower 7, bring the whole house down
Like New Years, start the countdown
Only six seconds till the ball drops, and I come out on top
I could do flibbity hibbity all day, but this record's provin' I'm god
And let's talk about this
You say you're Mike Tyson, well, sh*t
I guess it makes sense, you both got a gap in your teeth and a lisp
You sound like Daffy Duck when you spit!
"I'm VI Sec'nds, I'm a battle-rappin' bif"
You too old to be rappin' like you got a tooth pulled
Novocaine couldn't numb the pain of what I do, though
Claimin' that you quick, but you movin' like a sumo!
Why you so salty?
VI Seconds lookin' like a bowl of ramen noodles
That is food for thought
Think about that line when you takin' that loss
Rap battle, jump, ball toss
You gon' catch hands like Moss
Lookin' like a deer in the headlights, Bambi
Someone send a note to his family that he caught this hook like Sandy
Motherf**ker
You a one-hit-wonder, no hit records
I rap better, you playin' checkers
I'm playing chess, get the body bag, zip the black leather!
Undefeated, like Mayweather
And a storm's comin'
So your fans turnin' fairweather
As I send Gawd back home to heaven
F**k everybody who doubted me
I'm goin' out with my last round
In that damn chamber, and I won't miss
Like I'm Oswald while you're Anne Frank in the gas chamber
Ayo, VI
You can battle, fo' sho'
But I'm out-rappin' everybody
And guess what his girlfriends call him?
"Six seconds"
Heh
Well, mama ain't raise no b*t*h
I'ma come back on you like I'm Thanos with the Gauntlet
You the Gawd, but I'm the one with the halo rings
Uh, and you the new Blueface
Rappin' offbeat like he was Bobby Boucher
M-M-M-Mama said! Water boy
Got his whole fanbase in his hand, drinkin' that Kool-Aid
Now I'm 'bout to go flibbity hibbity
LOL, JK
Just because I rap like an AK doesn't mean I can't slow it down
And murder you at your own game, old man
You're almost twenty-eight, I'm twenty-three
By the time I'm your age, I'ma be bigger than the YouTube scene
While you gon' be a no-name
Backpack rappin' for the "love of the damn game"
You wanted smoke? I'm the propane
Hit him with that profane, kill him quick, send his a** to probate
You about as potent as cocaine if the sh*t was low-grade
Yeah, I been a d**k, like the Pope's name
You never want a Luke GAWNE rap
I don't gotta brag just to prove that fact
Someone give Seconds his Juul pod back
'Cause if he tries to smoke me, I'll make his lungs turn black
Facts, you know I go ham
They need to let him know he's a walkin' dead man...
'Cause I don't need a plan, all I gotta do is get up on the mic
And talk about that mo'f**kin' headband!
You lookin' like Naruto, Teenage Mutant
Stupid mo'f**ker, I smoke him like charcoal
Lookin' like LeBron with the headband
When he couldn't make a three-point shot, I could do the sh*t with my left hand
Married to the game, no best man
Me, myself and I, I'ma weapon
Murder any rapper who was thinkin' about steppin'
That includes this b*t*h, little VI Seconds!
Six, five, four, three, two
When it hits one, just know that you're through
I got you in my scopes and you gon' need more
Than a beanie cap to cover your head when I shoot- boom!
Take the nose ring off
Shizzy done went and got a sex change, dog
How you gonna claim you the battle rap god
When this motherf**ker went and got his breasts enlarged?
I told you not to test me, dawg
Why does sh*t always gotta get messy? Ah!
My last round seemed not to impress you all
But this round, I'm makin' you my last name- Seconds is gone!
B*t*h, I'm the king like I'm Kong!
Droppin' the bomb, because I put the Kim in the Jong
Like a nuclear bomb when I'm launchin' it
Through your abdominal, honest to God!
Six minus five is my number
Fanbase watchin' you lose, what a bummer
Princess VI gettin' burned by the kid
But at least she's having one hot girl summer!
Uh! You can bet I'm raw, even when I fall
Always bounce back, like a tennis ball
It's V-I
Gettin' his a** kicked when I put my foot through his Levi's
Fee fi
I'm a rap giant, you're just knee-high
Someone tell Gawd if we box
That I'll leave him bleedin' so bad, he's gon' need a f**kin' tampon!
Damn, the ice pack is in the fridge
Next to the ranch and the cypher you did
You and the fridge, you got somethin' in common
You're both goin' cold when the fourth quarter hits
Uh, b*t*h, I am the sh*t
Wiping my a** with the raps that you did
I murdered you when we was both on the cypher
Now murdered again in the form of a diss
O. J.'s wife; I'ma hit you with the sludge
Tell the mo'f**kin' judge that the glove don't fit
This the return of the comeback kid
I was down round one, but the twelfth round, knockout hits
Lookin' like Medusa with the hairline
Don't you dare try f**kin' with me, I'm a scary guy
You are like a grounded airline, no air time
9/11, I'ma crash a Boeing 747
Into Tower 7, bring the whole house down
Like New Years, start the countdown
Only six seconds till the ball drops, and I come out on top
I could do flibbity hibbity all day, but this record's provin' I'm god
And let's talk about this
You say you're Mike Tyson, well, sh*t
I guess it makes sense, you both got a gap in your teeth and a lisp
You sound like Daffy Duck when you spit!
"I'm VI Sec'nds, I'm a battle-rappin' bif"
You too old to be rappin' like you got a tooth pulled
Novocaine couldn't numb the pain of what I do, though
Claimin' that you quick, but you movin' like a sumo!
Why you so salty?
VI Seconds lookin' like a bowl of ramen noodles
That is food for thought
Think about that line when you takin' that loss
Rap battle, jump, ball toss
You gon' catch hands like Moss
Lookin' like a deer in the headlights, Bambi
Someone send a note to his family that he caught this hook like Sandy
Motherf**ker
You a one-hit-wonder, no hit records
I rap better, you playin' checkers
I'm playing chess, get the body bag, zip the black leather!
Undefeated, like Mayweather
And a storm's comin'
So your fans turnin' fairweather
As I send Gawd back home to heaven
F**k everybody who doubted me
I'm goin' out with my last round
In that damn chamber, and I won't miss
Like I'm Oswald while you're Anne Frank in the gas chamber
Ayo, VI
You can battle, fo' sho'
But I'm out-rappin' everybody
And guess what his girlfriends call him?
"Six seconds"
Heh
