666 (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: che]
Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo b*tch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that 'K
She gon' pull up, n*gga run and we shoot at his face
b*tch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
[?] cake
Glock out Guwap, f*ck n*gga, my name is che
Knock out your doorman, b*tch, I'ma run in yo’ place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that b*tch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, n*gga so done, feel like Drake
This n*gga 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
f*cking real sh*t, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the f*cking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I’m with my twin, that’s just on that straight
Shoot at yo' b*tch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I’m shootin’ out mace
I f*ck on 10s, di*k in all they face
I hurt your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space

[Verse 2: Sematary]
Triple six, six, six
I'm so f*cking sick
Triple six, six, six
I'm so f*cking sick
f*ckboy, look at my motherf*ckin' wrist (Damn)
And I got that without signing no deal, b*tch
And you get so scared of that devil sh*t, b*tch (b*tch)
And yo' b*tch, f*ck it, I'll take your b*tch, b*tch (b*tch)
f*ck a crucifix, on devil sh*t
I'ma crucifix my wrist
Grab my mask, devil sh*t
Bloody lean, bloody wrist
Shawty cut my name all up in her wrist
Scream my name out her lips
When I give her this dirty ass 30 inch, I don't give her di*k
Six, six, six, six
Shawty, I'ma three-six
Pour me some paint quick
My evil b*tch licking all night on my di*k
Smokin' cancer sticks by the River Styx
I told you I was sick
Yo' boyfriend's a lil' b*tch
My True Religion jeans' pockets filled with them yellow Oxy pills
Dirty hundred dollar bills
Crucify like [?]
Six, six, six Chevy donk whips in a circle in the hill
Grave Man take yo' lil lamb and yo' lil bands, I'm a demon goat for real
[Verse 3: che]
Since I was ten, lil' n*gga never liked a jake
I'm in yo' state farming b*tches, n*gga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of sh*t gone, n*gga 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 bussin' a b*tch, then how can she be late?
Before I eat, man, you know it's always “As-salamu alaykum”
24/8, b*tch, 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 b*tches, you see n*ggas, they so basic
I light his frontal up, and you know I face it
I f*cked 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 f*cking 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 n*gga did not kick
You poppin', I land, and I'm f*cking on an eight
My mom, she hate me, I'm bad at communicating
You tell the cops sumn’, you'll always be a b*tch
I told the crab fiends, "Uncle told me how to mix"
I told my main b*tch, "Let's go have a blasian baby"
I like a G-Shock, but I think this sh*t outdated
You so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
b*tch, 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 b*tch, "I cannot fake"
I hit her three times, three times, now she can't even take it
Put this on rewind, [?]
I told Elon, b*tch, we finna make a spaceship