666

[Verse]
Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo' bitch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that K'
Trigger pull, a nigga run and we shoot at his face
Bitch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
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Glock out Guwap, fuck nigga, my name is Che
Knock out your doorman, bitch, I'ma run in yo’ place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, nigga so done, feel like Drake
This nigga hatin', 'cause he not up in my place
Her head amazing, made my body Harlem Shake
I keep ‘em waiting, I'll never drop my tape
I own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
Fucking real shit, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the fucking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I’m with my twin, that’s just on that straight shit
Shoot at yo' bitch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I’m shootin’ out mace
I fuck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space
Since I was ten, lil' nigga never liked a jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, nigga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, nigga shoot with double Dracs
She finna' bend over, then I put it in her face
If I put Cartier's on, then how can I get mid
If I don’t rock the Saint Peter, how can I be lit?
If I ain't buss in a bitch, then how can she be late?
Before I eat, man, you know it's always “As-salamu alaykum”
24/8, bitch, I'm always ballin' like a Laker
My life a movie, but hell nah, this ain't anime
I love my mama, but I ain't tell her that I made it
I love these bitches, you see niggas, they so basic
I light his frontal up, and you know I face it
I fucked this lil' hoe up, think she was Jamaican
I make this Drac' go “Vrrah”, where his body lay
I don’t wear makeup, nah, but I look amazing
All of these white diamonds, everybody think I'm racist
Gotta go raw, 'cause I'm making everybody fake
Put it on God, I'm in everybody fucking brain
I got my nails done, everybody swear I'm gay
I told lil' twin, “Let's take it right back to the basics”
Bullets say, "Haha", young nigga did not kick
You poppin', I land, and I'm fucking on an eight
My mom, she hate me, I'm bad at communicating
You tell the cops sumn’, you'll always be a bitch
I told the crab fiends, "Uncle told me how to mix"
I told my main bitch, "Let's go have a blasian baby"
I like a G-Shock, but I think this shit outdated
You so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
Bitch, in my free time, I be boolin' with yo' bae
But it’s the street time, smoking with a non-fake
I need some me time, told this bitch, "I cannot fake"
I hit her three times, three times, now she can't even take it
Put this on rewind, [?]
I told Elon, bitch, we finna make a spaceship