666 lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Che]
Yeah, we just smokin' 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
No, I never fold, my fault, I'll buy another case
Know I count guap, f*ck n*gga, my name is Chase
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*ckin' 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 in 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 it without signing no deal, b*tch
But I can still get on that devil sh*t, b*tch (b*tch)
And yo' b*tch like 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
Breitling bloody wrist
Shawty, carve my name all up in her ribs
And scream my name out her lips
When I give her this dirty-ass thirty inch dog demon di*k
Six, six, six, six
Shawty, hold my 30 stick
And pour me some pink quick
My evil b*tch licking all night on my di*k
Smokin' cancer sticks by the River Styx
I told you that I was sick
Yo' boyfriend's a lil' b*tch
My True Religion jeans' pockets filled with them yellow Oxy pills
Burning hundred dollar bills
Crucifying on your girl
Six, six, six Chevy donk whips all in 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
I let that sh*t go, 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 “امُ عَلَيْكُمْ”
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' ho 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 crack 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, now it's [?]
I told Elon, b*tch, we finna make a spaceship