6 Figure
Want a 6 figure bank account
Draw a 6 figure on the ground
6 figure
Ay
You feel sick shit when the shit hit
Comin from the underground, bitch
Want a 6 figure bank account
Draw a 6 figure on the ground
6 figure
Ay
You feel sick shit when the shit hit
Comin from the underground, bitch
Triple six shit comin from the underground
Everybody know I aint playin around
Bussin out yo speakers yeah we makin it loud
Gettin faded gettin wasted now i'm blackin out
Get away from me cuz i'm about to lose it
I'm a psychopath don't make me come and prove it
Feeling dead inside my head you better move it
Makin stains like it's a fuckin slasher movie
Yeah a nigga always ready
When i'm grippin my machette
Swangin swangin like a savage
Red rum bloody mary
Fuck with a baddie
Mark of the beast i always come in heavy
666 put you in a glitch
Bodybag zipped then i flip
And I lit
Take a hit and then i sip
And I ain't feelin it
No I ain't feelin shit
When you bringin out the demon side
Better run and hide
Darkness in my eyes
No way back no one to save your life
When i got the knife
And I slice and dice
Serve your fuckin organs with a cup of lean
I'm tapped inside the mind, ay
Smokin dope
On a roll
Ain't bout that takki matti test me if you feelin lucky
all alone but I can blast an op it's fgc
9 milli bout to spray kill it don't fuck with me
Draw a 6 figure on the ground
6 figure
Ay
You feel sick shit when the shit hit
Comin from the underground, bitch
Want a 6 figure bank account
Draw a 6 figure on the ground
6 figure
Ay
You feel sick shit when the shit hit
Comin from the underground, bitch
Triple six shit comin from the underground
Everybody know I aint playin around
Bussin out yo speakers yeah we makin it loud
Gettin faded gettin wasted now i'm blackin out
Get away from me cuz i'm about to lose it
I'm a psychopath don't make me come and prove it
Feeling dead inside my head you better move it
Makin stains like it's a fuckin slasher movie
Yeah a nigga always ready
When i'm grippin my machette
Swangin swangin like a savage
Red rum bloody mary
Fuck with a baddie
Mark of the beast i always come in heavy
666 put you in a glitch
Bodybag zipped then i flip
And I lit
Take a hit and then i sip
And I ain't feelin it
No I ain't feelin shit
When you bringin out the demon side
Better run and hide
Darkness in my eyes
No way back no one to save your life
When i got the knife
And I slice and dice
Serve your fuckin organs with a cup of lean
I'm tapped inside the mind, ay
Smokin dope
On a roll
Ain't bout that takki matti test me if you feelin lucky
all alone but I can blast an op it's fgc
9 milli bout to spray kill it don't fuck with me
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Writer(s): Damyan Michael Hirschfeld
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