Kick back sippin on this beer
mane this shit so pure
it help me open up my eyes
and lets me know i can still feel
mane im kicked back lookin at the sky
mane i want to cry
but tears wont fall out of my eyes
no matter how hard rabbit try
the anger held back for too long
slowing turns into depression
ball up to the liqour store
im finna have another session
mane the state the world is in
well prolly have one mo recession
but i dont care
the rabbit dealing with his own great depression
every day i wake up in my bed 
feels like the fucking last
wish i aint wake up at all sometimes 
i must get off my ass
mane i must go get this cash 
kuz rabbitmane dont have no choice
proly end up socking one these niggas 
makin too much noise
all that loud shit they talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
say you gangsta
say that shit again, ill stomp you in the curb
bitch ill snatch yo fuckin chain
these bustas claiming they some thugs
never even hit no lick
ill make you submit to a slug

call me what ya want
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
kuz it takes alot of hate to do the shit i do all day
and it take a little jelousy to take yo life away
kuz you flexing in yo pics
and nigga yeah i been ight
but i always can do better 
so tonight might be yo night
im a traitor i might act cool 
just to getcha in my sights
but once i up this yalk
you bet not move or thats gone be yo life
fuck the bullshit ya talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
heard it one to many times 
and now its gettin on my nerves
man i struggle day to day, 
im tryina be a better mane
but these niggas in my face
gone make go fucking insane
must refrain from splattin brains
kuz they gone put me back in chains
police pull up, i dont run
bitch id do it all again
throw me in the padded room
only way they can contain
bang my head up on the wall
the pads wont let me feel no pain
what a shame how im feelin
fuck i hate it so damn much
niggas just dont understand
they say shit like "bro just cheer up"
if it was fucking easy 
i would never be depressed
i would never feel no pain
and i would never be so stressed
but ya just dont understand 
and you should be glad that dont
i know you dont feel me 
you just like the beats to the songs
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
but when i up the fucking tone
you birches best leave me alone mane

THE GREAT DEPRESSION (PROD. CERBERUS CLICK AKA YOUNG STOVE)

massacre massacre
its gon be a massacre
if dis nigga keep driving by
ima shoot him and his passenger
his mama hella sad 
shell stop cryin when i blast at her
catch these bullets bitch
i hope you die just like the kid you birthed
devil shyt is what i do
evil shyt is what i love
gangsta shit is what im bringin 
and what you a victom of
when i pull up
ima bring wit me a big gun
i dont shoot to hurt these nigga
bitch i shoot to redrum
murdera murdera
rabbit mane a murdera
call my dawgs up kuz if i tell em
they gone murder ya
claiming that you from these streets
but i aint never heard of ya
i kick the door into yo place
you bitch im ready to fuck you up
you soft of fuck and think you tuff
you bitch im really fuckin tuff
kuz ion shoot to kill mane
i shoot to fuckin spill yo guts
betta run from a nigga like rabbit
kuz bitch if i pull these bullets gone fuckin bust
kuz ion tote this gun for fun
you trick ill make yo head bust
edgy niggas claim they on some devil shit
you make me sick you bitch
ill pull on you with an extra clip
and empty the first one
drop the mag the rabbitmane reload
stand over yo fuckin body 
now you full of bulletholes
thinkin that you hard as me
thats a deadly fuckin sin
you said that rabbit soft
now holl up nigga say that shit again
im shootin at yo clizick 
and yo family and yo fuckin friends
you dont wanna play wit rabbit
bitch i play to fuckin win

ITZ GON BE A MASSACRE (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

DJ Fat Junt - Straped Wit Da Gat

Playa Envy - Delusional

@djsiix
Текст песни Х la letra
LYRICS : 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 i is 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡. 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 mane 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. A 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, that pussy 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 it taste 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑑. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒. 𝑆𝘩𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 hop out and 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑜 B𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 gone 𝑢𝑝 𝑡he 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑃𝐶𝑃 𝑚𝑦 𝟺𝟻 𝑜𝑛 my 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡.

CANJIA / SENSE PROD. DJ $IX

hey bitch

It's that nigga with that natural steez
That'll make your girl drop to her knees
A straight up player in the flesh
Which most of you niggas claim to be
Wannabe, phonky ass niggas
Don't compare to me
Don't compare me to no other
I'm in a different pedigree
Allegedly, these corny ass niggas
Wanna start some beef
You wannabes don't pull no triggers
I ain't seen you in the street
I ain't seen you shooting dice
And I ain't seen you slanging shit
You ain't ran up on nobody
Or seen a dead body bitch
Whatchu think you know about my city
You in the wrong lane
You'll be smoked up in the hood and suburbs
In the same vain
Watch me switching lanes like a king
Down 285
Watch me smoke a fat pack
Of that fresh Atlanta fire
I be hidden in the south
Like Zabuza be in the mist
If you dare to check me
Then my fists will make your head twist
Miss me with that bullshit
Nigga you ain't pulling up
Homophobic rhetoric
But you can't get up off my nuts
You ain't on shit or up next
You just stay down
When I drop the address
Change of heart you ain't down
You a fucking clown hoe
You need to get your own life
Why are y'all so fucking weird
I will never understand why
I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I'll get you quick and make you suffer
I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate or perpetrate
I demonstrate

I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I-I won't miss, I'll hit you first

I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I-I won't miss, I'll hit you first

I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate
I-I don't need to claim or hate

I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate
I-I don't need to claim or hate

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Spotify

Demonstrate (Prod. Slyye)

The Waviest

od3 (prod.seethroughsee)

Download:
CURSED.BANDCAMP.COM

Follow on instagram/Twitter
@ OutDaKut

Support the SIXSET CALI TOUR
by purchasing some merch off of our site
SIXSET.BIGCARTEL.COM

RIP MORT
RIP 3DEER

CANJIA / SENSE PROD. DJ $IX

REDXO

Recent comments

TYPE-ONE (ᵗʸᵖ³ᵒⁿ³)

Related tracks