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All But 6 - Mugshot Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, that’s murder both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash

[Chorus]
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump

[Verse]
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I slang dick ’til her pussy need maintеnance
Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change thе fit
She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle
Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit—
Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) Just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say so
She fuck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake, when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y’all
Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
.38 tucked, feelin’ like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, that's murder both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck ’cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash

[Chorus]
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (Okay)