Letra de 'Sixteen' de Slump6s

Man fuck Slump
Slump going crazy bruh
Wait till he drop the heat, on God
If you ain't fucking with Slump
We ain't fucking with you

Look what we doing, been 16
I'm a goat for the movement
Bigger the cheese, on my Ratatouille
Ain't want me to go up, but I'm finna do it
Got big choppers, talkin' Call of Duty
Run up on that boy we turn him to a smoothie
In a couple years, I'ma win a Grammy
Gonna have my family watching me with toolies
Because of my age, they think I'ma prove shit to you
You like thirty and don't plan on moving
I hopped in the game, ain't nobody knew me
And I started running shit, feel like I'm hooping
You can call me Bronny, the way that I'm dunking this shit
If you think I ain't scoring you stupid
How to train a dragon on these little niggas
If you want a problem then I leave him toothless

Honestly, you really dumb If you think that you hot as me
Hit up your hoe, now I know you not fond of me
Chain costing more than your rent, nigga probably
Feel like a leader how these niggas follow me
Feel like a TV how these niggas watchin'
Call me tempo the way I get to boxing
She want me back I know this hoe is toxic
I'm not in prison, all my brothers locked in
(I'm not in prison, all my brothers locked in)
I get a bag, then took that lil hoe shopping
(Know I really cop shit)
If he talk down this fire get to poppin'
(If he talk down this fire get to poppin')
If he talk down this fire get to poppin'
(If he talk down this fire get to poppin')
If he talk down this fire get to poppin'
(If he talk down this fire get to poppin')
Silly me, all these niggas is my mini-me
That ain't your chain, lil' nigga are you kidding me?
Back-to-back-to-back, I call this shit a trilogy
Stack-on-stack-on-stack, I'll show you how it really be
All these little trolls, they don't really get to me
It's getting kinda old, but I don't show no sympathy
Ever since I went up, they tryna get rid of me
Call me alphabet, 'cause I already been a G
L-M-N-O-P, I take a trip to Rio
I'm a rockstar man, I feel like The Beatles
Ice on my neck, it's weighing like a kilo
I done crashed the whip, I gotta get a repo
I got all the drip man, shoutout to my dad
I got too many sons, I feel like Steve Nash
If you really capping put that boy on blast
I just told your friend: Don't worry 'bout the past

I'm up, they mad
I really got shit they really wish they had
I'm up, they mad
I really got shit they really wish they had
Motherfuckers is always in the motherfuckin' barber shop
Tellin me, Slump6 ain't bout this, Slump6 ain't bout that
Nigga ain't even about what he be rapping about
Shut the fuck up, nothing wrong with that

Look what we doing, been 16
I'm a goat for the movement
Bigger the cheese, on my Ratatouille
Ain't want me to go up, but I'm finna do it
Got big choppers, talkin' Call of Duty
Run up on that boy