King Los - 6'7 (freestyle) lyrics

Its Los Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness You ain't sh** my set reppin when its war on I have two n***as pushup and show you four arms Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car Yall n***as ain't doin squat thats why u never raised a bar My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag My j**eller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man Im on the run damn you dont see how hard I go Jumpin in and out of ropes you dont see my cardio Audio k**er I play the a**a**in role Yall n***as degra**i I'm more like the gra**y knoll You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio Your girl a pistachio I dont give a f** bout her Only see whats crackin wit her jus to get that nut out her Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out Zero in and take that shot shootins what the f** im bout Luck is out its all sk** no bluffin out that war pill s**ers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline Put me in a cage with lions im gon think its lunch time Front line soldier sh** knee cap shoulder hits Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if its over bit Its over with elite flow boom bam finito Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos Your favourite rapper cool but im 30 more below I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido I hurt your lil ego f** around and get rocked to sleep Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets I got you b**hes accepted just like a dm Cuz I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message My sh** perfected get your weapon if you scared n***a You a trick, I'm on my trick and Trina You don't know nann n***a Yea n***a im talkin to you n***a Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in ur shoe n***a Y-y-you n***as try los never a smart choice I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode Knock em out his shoes and socks im on his heels like doctor scholls Lock and I load co*k and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo Lockin his block and im clockin his dough like im droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove Dr-dr-dropin the top and im clockin his ho Put my foot in his a** till his pockets is low Then im l'n em out till his oxygen low b**h n***as step up a notch in your flow Cuz you not on my level stop jockin me ho Stop watchin me prophecy probably says Them n***as thats top on me probably did But you can get properly shot in the head (BLAAAOOOOW)now what makes you never heard no sh** this sick before A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war I mean f** else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today