6000 Degrees Song Lyrics by $hyfromdatre
Ayy (ayy)
‘Ight, these bitches gotta be kidding me (let’s go)Bitch call me broke when she livin’ off incomeMy Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally
These bitches was fans before they was enemies (duh)This bitch is a big dummyType of bitch gon’ flex all her rent moneyStop the capping, we know you don’t get money (stop the cap)
It was never no beef with this bitchMan, this hoe is delusional and wants some exposure (some exposure)This bitch grown as the fuck as she twice as my age, on my lifeMan, I don’t even know her (on my mama)
Insecure, man, that bitch need some closureBig Scorpio, I was born in OctoberOne minute, yeah, I be smoking a oppThen I’m smoking Gelato, I must be bipolar
Kickin’ big shit with my feet on ’em (ayy!)I ain’t even gotta touch the bitch, ’cause her baby daddy beat on herNo, for real, beat her ass, then he skeet on herShit, and he might even pee on her
It’s a opp hoe in my fat ‘WoodBitch so broke that she ran out of tissue and wiped her stank ass with a BackwoodBut it’s time to close the curtainsBitch, you so wack, I’d rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name “Dish Detergent”Watch my every move, man, this bitch steady lurking (why?)Yeah, I’m ’bout to get it in (what?)Bitch, how you gon’ diss, lookin sponsored by City Trends?Bitch, you a flop, you don’t know what to doI came back on my top, we can go blow for blowCome on, bitch, you know you had to mention $hyfrodatre to try to get some viewsStop playin’ (stop playin!)
I really beat bitches for funI pulled up on her and she pulled out a gunI don’t even got the rest of the energy to-For this lame ass bitch (no cap)I should slap the fuck out your mamaYou grown as the fuck, flashing 200 dollars (bitch, get outta here!) The fuck
Bitch, stop playin’You know I’m the face of the city, bitch, that’s why you madAh-ha (ah-ha), ah-haLil’ bitch, ah-ha (ha-ha) the fuck?
Bitch, you know my name, hoe, stop playin’ with me (yey)Hahahaha! (Yey, yey, yey) this bitch is goofy!
And for the record, I wanna stay with my pappyMy rap stating real life, stop playing with meBut tell ’em how you was a fan firstHa-ha, ayy, the fuck?