[Verse 1: Young Famous]
Hit up Bossmann he gone blast his ass, Wrap a n*gga body up in
Plastic bags
n*ggas doin' hits out of Taxi cabs, Got a whole bunch of drugs that's contraband
And they knowing im the man, Free my n*gga Booka, let bro up out the can
Lil Boo a shooter and he blowin' like a fan
Hit up King Koopa got a whole lot of shooters Tay600 up the rugers if a n*gga act stupid
Leave a n*gga clueless, Bought a new benz set the b*tch on deuces, Take ya b*tch down but she gotta be the cutest
Got a demon on my shoulder and its telling me to do it, On the other side n*ggas tellin' me to cool it
Hit up InkyD got the mac with the cooler and he feeling like a GOD clip long like a ruler
Head shot opp, Got him marked like booda, Speaking bout Booda, Free my n*gga Booda
Shout out my n*gga Whooda he been rolling like a scooter, 600 been got a whole lot of tubas
Never get it twisted f*ck n*gga we a do ya, Real life sh*t b*tch n*gga no movie
My n*ggas real dogs I ain't talking bout scooby we don't f*ck with no shroomies we don't f*ck with no goofy
600 n*gga for life until we loose it (GANG!)
[Hook]
600 for life
600 for life
We 600 for life
[Verse 2: Young Famous]
We call up Jusblow, Tell him just blow and he always got the 40 and he toting on the low
Got a brand new glizzy and that b*tch got a scope and he taking n*ggas down just for thinking sh*t a joke
Sandy mandy, Got the hoes coming out they panties, And he f*ck with some white girl name Annie
Got her holding all the work in the fanny pack, Send the hypes to the girl with the fanny pack
Six-O sh*t, Big bro sh*t, Famous finna turn up on some more sh*t, If you n*ggas dont rock thats some hoe sh*t
Hoe sh*t, Haha, We 600 fo life man