Issue No 118 6 30 Lyrics
6:30 by Issue No. 118
I'm dolo, two blunts up like oh, no
Paying my dues to the ozone
And I look so good these hoes know
Come my way if you smell right
I'll take you down, I'll eat it up
Come my way if you fuck right
I'll break you down, I'll beat it up
Legs open, mouth wide
I'm going in deep, it's about time
Everyone know that I'm reppin' the west
But I fuck with the hoes who go south side
Hitting that shit since 16, before anybody knew about Azad's rappin'
I been had your broad gasping, hit that shit in raw fashion
I'm causing riots, they treat me like I'm a tyrant
Asking me these questions like tell us what's in your diet
Pasta, impostors I can digest your whole roster
You sliding through my baseline, I'll block you like Ibaka
I'm slightly off of my rocker, but I still flow so proper
The Andrew Luck of this rap shit, Peyton better clear his locker
I'm exactly what you wanted to be
You should think twice when you talking to me
Suckers should know that you gonna get beat
'Cause you're running a zone and I'm throwing it deep
AZ man, I'm the shit
Point a chick out, bet I can hit
Let me tell you whose time it is
I'mma tell you what time it is
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
Oh my, damn man, I'm so fly
Your girl been down, shit no lie
She give me neck like a bow-tie
Like woah ma, you so fine
Pussy so wet need a blow dry
So I just hit it once in the front
Then I give that shit back, I ain't got no time, yeah
I got a fat ass gut 'cause I eat so good with your fine ass girl
She got tits and a fat ass butt and she blow my dick like it's bout to burn
Oh, she thirsty, she thirsty than a mug
And she keep that body working, like she working off the drugs
She perfect as it comes
Vodka all in my cup
Got two bottles of 'roc and we popping the shots
But the cops cannot come stop us, look
We steady wilding, yeah, we riding but we never violent
If something happens then we remaining forever silent
Young kid got a plan now, yeah
Real shit, I'm the man now, yeah
Better check your boy 'fore I wreck your boy
I'm the best, all hands down, man
When I get my chain, you know that shit gonna have to be rose gold
I'm Lebron James in high school, everyone telling me to go pro
Like oh no, I'm the shit
Point a chick out, bet I can hit
Let me tell you whose time it is
Imma tell you what time it is
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
Paying my dues to the ozone
And I look so good these hoes know
Come my way if you smell right
I'll take you down, I'll eat it up
Come my way if you fuck right
I'll break you down, I'll beat it up
Legs open, mouth wide
I'm going in deep, it's about time
Everyone know that I'm reppin' the west
But I fuck with the hoes who go south side
Hitting that shit since 16, before anybody knew about Azad's rappin'
I been had your broad gasping, hit that shit in raw fashion
I'm causing riots, they treat me like I'm a tyrant
Asking me these questions like tell us what's in your diet
Pasta, impostors I can digest your whole roster
You sliding through my baseline, I'll block you like Ibaka
I'm slightly off of my rocker, but I still flow so proper
The Andrew Luck of this rap shit, Peyton better clear his locker
I'm exactly what you wanted to be
You should think twice when you talking to me
Suckers should know that you gonna get beat
'Cause you're running a zone and I'm throwing it deep
AZ man, I'm the shit
Point a chick out, bet I can hit
Let me tell you whose time it is
I'mma tell you what time it is
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
Oh my, damn man, I'm so fly
Your girl been down, shit no lie
She give me neck like a bow-tie
Like woah ma, you so fine
Pussy so wet need a blow dry
So I just hit it once in the front
Then I give that shit back, I ain't got no time, yeah
I got a fat ass gut 'cause I eat so good with your fine ass girl
She got tits and a fat ass butt and she blow my dick like it's bout to burn
Oh, she thirsty, she thirsty than a mug
And she keep that body working, like she working off the drugs
She perfect as it comes
Vodka all in my cup
Got two bottles of 'roc and we popping the shots
But the cops cannot come stop us, look
We steady wilding, yeah, we riding but we never violent
If something happens then we remaining forever silent
Young kid got a plan now, yeah
Real shit, I'm the man now, yeah
Better check your boy 'fore I wreck your boy
I'm the best, all hands down, man
When I get my chain, you know that shit gonna have to be rose gold
I'm Lebron James in high school, everyone telling me to go pro
Like oh no, I'm the shit
Point a chick out, bet I can hit
Let me tell you whose time it is
Imma tell you what time it is
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down
It's 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down like 6:30, 6:30
Who the truth, who the best
I'm the man, hands down