666 – YG feat YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[YG:]
Stars in the roof, sittin’ in the Wraith
Got it all off these bars, man, this sh_t kinda crazy
I been out wildin’ with these young n_ggas lately
F_ckin’ all the pretty b_tches, man, this sh_t kinda crazy
I’m blessed up with Christ, Lifestyle too much for life
I been on some player sh_t, hoops my n_gga don’t make
You is not the reason I’m pullin’ up in the latest
Westside n_gga, ho, I don’t need no favors
Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun upon my waist like I’m tryna catch a case
[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space (uh-huh)
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this sh_t not okay (uh-uh)
Give a f_ck ’bout what you think b_tch, f_ck what you think (f_ck you b_tch)
But don’t come judgin’ me because I had too much drugs and drank
I ain’t in the mood b_tch, don’t come inside my gate
That’s trepassin’ 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 drink my life away, they can’t stop me, I go crazy
Drunk drivin’ in 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, Po-Po brought him my name
They know we from the gang, this sh_t out my range
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
This sh_t out my f_ckin’ range b_tch
I ain’t plannin’ on a change b_tch
I’m goin’ through a field of pain b_tch
4hunnid gang got that bang b_tch
I’m hundred bodies demons, yeah, I see ’em walk (walk)
So you know I got the devil in my thoughts (thoughts)
I be seen the devil in my living room hall (hall)
I just hope I ain’t got the devil in my little whore, this sh_t for real
[YG:]
Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun up on my waist like I’m tryna catch a case
[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this sh_t not okay
Give a f_ck ’bout what you think b_tch, f_ck what you think
But don’t come judgin’ me because I had too much drugs and drank
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Then I’ll pull up) Then I’ll pull up with a hundred in each pocket b_tch
Fresh up out the slammer, these lil n_ggas on some cocky sh_t
Play me like a jit and you get hit up, you ain’t stoppin’ sh_t
Tell me when to pull up, make the tre light in the lobby b_tch
Move b_tch, get shot up in your face
N_ggas ’round me hate, tryna figure what I made
Can’t make it to my house if I don’t buzz you at the gate
Secure ’bout my gang, b_tch I gotta play it safe
Plenty racks off in the safe, sh_t
Check it, you get make, b_tch
Five, that’s my Blood batch, strictly FOL sh_t
Quick, a shooter 12 sh_t, without the dope, young n_gga rich
Challenged at your own risk, I up and bust your dome b_tch
[YG:]
Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun upon my waist like I’m tryna catch a case
[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b_tch, a n_gga need a little space
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this sh_t not okay
Give a f_ck ’bout what you think b_tch, f_ck what you think
But don’t come judgin’ me because I had too much drugs and drank
Lord, help me Lord. These kids Lord, they playing with all these guns and drugs, they remind me when I was young. See, in the 80s, we didn’t play that sh_t. But we was crack babies. No Lord, I’m not no hypocrite, I’m just an old motherf_cker, tryna save some sh_t. Lord, I ask my son “Why it is just thugs here, hanging away?” He looked at me and said “Pops, I’m staying dangerous.” Help me Lord, I tried to tell him there are many ways to stay dangerous. Power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, having them dollars is dangerous. He just looked at me Lord and said “Pops, I’m talking dangerous”
