666
Woo
Woo
Cut off from the fam, got too much drama
I'm too fucked up, can't visit my mama
Need two cups stuffed and a eighth of marijuana
If it don't numb the pain, then a nigga don't want it
I'm still seeing ghosts, yeah, a nigga still haunted
Already been dead, you know Marley a zombie
These niggas be constantly hating, these bitches be constantly waiting
Consistently counting up paper
I keep them chopsticks like Asian
I'm smoking exotic, she loving my fragrance
I can't help you out, I can't do no more favors
These niggas and bitches just don't like to listen
I feed all the bullshit you throw to the pigeons
I give thanks to no one 'cause I'm not a pilgrim
Don't act you do if you ain't rocking with me
I did all the handling, here go the shipping
I'm the only nigga that could've did it
Yeah, I'm the only nigga that's really with it
Cut off that bitch and I ran up my digits
Got 'em in my scope, hit 'em with precision
I hardly take advice, you know I don't listen
Let that boy sleep with the fishes
You know snitches get stitches and end up in ditches
I'm praying to Satan, he granting my wishes
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Cut off from the fam, got too much drama
I'm too fucked up, can't visit my mama
Need two cups stuffed and a eighth of marijuana
If it don't numb the pain, then a nigga don't want it
I'm still seeing ghosts, yeah, a nigga still haunted
Already been dead, you know Marley a zombie
These niggas be constantly hating, these bitches be constantly waiting
Consistently counting up paper
I keep them chopsticks like Asian
I'm smoking exotic, she loving my fragrance
I can't help you out, I can't do no more favors
These niggas and bitches just don't like to listen
I feed all the bullshit you throw to the pigeons
I give thanks to no one 'cause I'm not a pilgrim
Don't act you do if you ain't rocking with me
I did all the handling, here go the shipping
I'm the only nigga that could've did it
Yeah, I'm the only nigga that's really with it
Cut off that bitch and I ran up my digits
Got 'em in my scope, hit 'em with precision
I hardly take advice, you know I don't listen
Let that boy sleep with the fishes
You know snitches get stitches and end up in ditches
I'm praying to Satan, he granting my wishes
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Yeah
666, yeah, yeah
666, yeah
666, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo
Woo
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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