666 (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

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Stars in the roof, sittin' in the Wraith

Got it all off these bars, man, this shit kinda crazy

I been out wildin' with these young **** lately

Fuckin' all the pretty bitches, man, this shit kinda crazy

I'm blessed, so it's brazy

Lifestyle too much for a lady

I been on some playa shit

Boom side, **** don't make me

You is not the reason I'm pullin' up in the latest

Westside ****, ho, I don't need no favors

Ay, damn this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me, right here in my face

I been on the 4 block, I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space

Stank look on my face

That's too much drugs and drank

Been haunted by my past, someone help me get away

Damn, what you think I do?

I buy more drugs and drank

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space (Uh huh)

Don't tell me I'ma be ok 'cause this shit not ok (Uh uh)

Give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch, fuck what you think (Fuck you, bitch)

But don't come judgin' me 'cause I had too much drugs and drank

I ain't in the mood bitch

Don't come inside my gate

That's trespassin' you bastard I can shoot you in your face

If I run past you, my bad, my whole life feel like it's a maze

Been dreamin' my life away, they can't stop me I go crazy

Drunk drivin' that G-Wagon, they tell me it ain't safe

But I'm drunk drivin' that G-Wagon, get your square ass out my face

The homie just got a Wraith (Wraith)

Po-po brought up my name (Name)

They know we from the grind, damn

This shit out my range

This shit out my fuckin' range, bitch

I ain't plannin' on a change, bitch

I'm goin' through it, feel the pain, bitch

4Hunnid gang, click, clack, bang, bitch

I'm huntin' bodies, demons, yeah, I see 'em walk

So you know I got the devil in my thoughts

I be seein' the devil in my livin' room hall

I just hope I ain't got the devil in my lil' heart (This shit for real)

Ay, damn this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me, right here in my face

I been on the 4 block, I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space

Stank look on my face

That's too much drugs and drank

Been haunted by my past, someone help me get away

Damn, what you think I do?

I buy more drugs and drank

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space

Don't tell me I'ma be ok 'cause this shit not ok

Give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch, fuck what you think

But don't come judgin' me 'cause I had too much drugs and drank

(And I pull up) And I pull up with a hunnid in each pocket, bitch

Fresh up out the slammer, that lil **** on some cocky shit

Play me like a jit and you get hit up, you ain't stoppin' shit

Tell me when to pull up, make the train right in the lobby, bitch

Move bitch, get shot up in your face

**** 'round me hate, tryna figure what I made

You can't make it to my house, if I don't buzz you at the gate

Security by my gang, bitch, I gotta play it safe

Plenty racks off in the safe, shit

Check and you get mate, bitch

5, that's my blood, blaat

Strictly that 4L shit

Quick to shoot at 12 shit

Without the dope, young **** rich

Challenge at your own risk

I up and bust your dome, bitch

Ay, damn this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me, right here in my face

I been on the 4 block, I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space

Stank look on my face

That's too much drugs and drank

Been haunted by my past, someone help me get away

Damn, what you think I do?

I buy more drugs and drank

Move bitch, a **** need a lil' space

Don't tell me I'ma be ok 'cause this shit not ok

Give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch, fuck what you think

But don't come judgin' me 'cause I had too much drugs and drank

Lord, help me Lord

These kids, Lord

They playin' with all these guns and drugs, they remind of me of when I was young

See in the 80s, we didn't play that shit

But we was crack babies

No, Lord, I'm not no hypocrite

I'm just a old motherfucker tryna save some shit

Lord, I ask my son, why is it just thugs he hangin' with

He looked at me and said, "Pops, I'm stayin' dangerous"

Help me, Lord, I tried to tell him there's many ways to stay dangerous

Power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, havin' them dollars is dangerous

He just looked at me, Lord, and said, "Pops, I'm talkin' dangerous"