600 milligrams lyrics

[Verse 1]
Watch me turn a zip into an eighth in 30 minutes
I ain’t passin' sh*t, b*tch, mind your own business
I can barely breathe, I had to give my lungs some fitness
b*tch I feel like Neph and Pap the way I’m always in the kitchen mane

Livin' in the trap ain’t never bother me much
'Cause I can walk across the hall and leave that b*tch high as f*ck
Mane back in the day I was pressed about a couple bucks
But nowadays I got these rappers pressed but I don't give a f*ck

Yeah, lemme talk my sh*t
I had to cut you off 'cause you a bum ass b*tch
See you at the show and we could run that quick
Hold up, I'ma grab that switch

[Verse 2]
Let these b*tches know, 99 a f*ckin' dog, mane
See the gun swingin' like my motherf*ckin' balls, mane
Double 9's like Yin and Yang, it make these b*tches crawl
Sklat set it up, spike the b*tch like volleyball

Smoke so much weed, the crib look like a forest fire
4:AM, I dive the tower, 99 ain't never tired
See them birds in the sky, bet a rack that Zeddy higher
Sabotage the world, dump the gas and grab a lighter
[Verse 3]
Call the time out, I'ma need about a minute man
I ain’t talkin bout my wrist when I say I make silly bands
Had to smoke an eighth cause I done drank 600 milligrams
This blunt gon knock you out, have you posing like the Thriller dance

I’m really him, got some ash up on my Timbs
Derek Jeter with the pressure, how I'm always sliding in
Imma roll the window up 'cause they can’t see me through the tint
Block them f*ckers out my vision with the viper lens

[Outro]
(Call the time out, I'ma need about a minute man)
(I ain’t talkin bout my wrist when I say I make silly bands)
(Had to smoke an eighth cause I done drank 600 milligrams)
(This blunt gon knock you out, have you posing like the Thriller dance)
(I'm really him-)