6 Kiss lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

I love Trippie Redd

Oh, oh

Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup

Won't look at the past, it's behind us

Fallin' in a bottomless pit, find us

Life is a purge, sound of the sirens

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Do whatever I want, don't give a fuck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh

I got your wife, she my slut, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh

And I don't walk shit at all, I'm on the money run

I don't got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they scared of my guns

Your bitch said she want a real one, I told her, "Come and find one"

It's funny how you pussy, but you never been inside one

Ayy, these dumb-ass, virgin-ass niggas mad

They run when they see the gun in my hand

Bullets like Twitter, they follow them

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]

Nut, my kids, she swallow them, ooh, yeah, she swallow them

Boy, your chain ain't solid gold

Your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them

These niggas say they wit' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him (Pussy bitch)

Make that lil' bitch disappear, got VVS's in my ear

Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, we shinin' on your bitch

We flick these hoes wanna fuck, 'cause I'm so freaky-deaky and your bitch gon' eat me

You know that we killing these fuck niggas

Hell nah, ain't no throwin' no white flag

Hell nah, pussy boy, we don't buy that

Pussy nigga, pull up on him and bite that, uh

Hundred thirty K on a Cuban link, ayy

Shawty wanna fuck, suck the dick and be my bae, ayy

Chillin' on that couch, fuck your bitch in her mouth

Catch a nigga slippin', put it in his fucking house (Slatt)

[Bridge: YNW Melly]

I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the talkin'

I ain't with the talkin', put the pussy nigga in a coffin (Oh)

He red, nigga say he bleedin', he red, he red (Oh)

I'm killin' everybody instead (Bah)

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]

It be so cold up in the summertime (Freezin'), in the summertime (Freezin')

Diamonds on my fingers, baby blue, they look like Megamind (Yeah)

I don't know reality, bitch, I feel like Coraline (Yeah, yeah)

And we from the Northside, pull up, Optimus Prime (Yeah)

I don't wanna miss life (Yeah)

Promise it feel better takin' his life (Takin' his life, yeah)

Yeah, codeine when I piss right (When I piss right)

'Cause we live that fucking triple six life, yeah, that 6 kiss life (Yeah, six, six)

Murder, what it is, murder, what it is, yeah, murder, what it is, uh

I'ma catch a murder in this bitch, that's for certain in this bitch

Like close the burtains in this bitch, uh (Yeah, uh, yeah)

Uh, it's a living Hell (Right) and we live in Hell

From there, live in Hell, from there, I live in Hell, from there, yeah

La-la-la-la, gang, la-la-la-la

• Artist:Trippie Redd
• Album:A Love Letter to You 4