666 (Clean)

666 (Clean) - YG/Youngboy Never Broke Again

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Stars in the roof sittin' in the wraith

Got it all off these bars man this s**t kinda crazy

I been out wildin' with these young n***as lately

F**kin' all the pretty b***hes man this s**t kinda crazy

I'm blessed so it's brazy lifestyle too much for ladies

I been on some player s**t hoops my n***a don't make

You is not the reason I'm pullin' up in the latest

Westside n***a ho

I don't need no favors

Ayy d**n this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me right here in my face

I been on the fo' block

I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move b***h a n***a need a little space

Stank look on my face that's too much d**gs and drank

Bein' haunted 'bout my past

Someone help me get away d**n

What you think I do

I buy more d**gs and drank

Move b***h a n***a need a little space uh-huh

Don't tell me I'ma be okay 'cause this s**t not okay uh-uh

Give a f**k 'bout what you think b***h

F**k what you think f**k you b***h

But don't come judgin' me 'cause

I had too much d**gs and drank

I ain't in the mood b***h

Don't come inside my gate

That's trepassin' you bastard

I can shoot you in your face

If I run past you my bad

My whole life feel like it's a maze

Been drinkin' my life away

They can't stop me I go crazy

Drunk drivin' in that G-Wagon

They tell me it ain't safe

But I'm drunk drivin' that G-Wagon

Get your square a*s out my face

The homie just got aw wraith wraith

Po-Po brought him my name name

They know we from the gang this s**t out my range

This s**t out my f**kin' range b***h range b***h

I ain't plannin' on a change b***h change b***h

I'm goin' through a field of pain b***h

Pain b***h

4Hunnid gang click-clack bang b***h bang b***h

I'm haunted by these demons yeah

I see 'em walk walk

So you know I got the devil in my thoughts thoughts

I be seein' the devil in my living room hall hall

I just hope I ain't got the devil in my little heart

This s**t for real

Ayy d**n this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me right here in my face

I been on the fo' block I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move b***h a n***a need a little space

Stank look on my face

That's too much d**gs and drank

Bein' haunted 'bout my past

Someone help me get away d**n

What you think I do

I buy more d**gs and drank

Move b***h a n***a need a little space

Don't tell me I'ma be okay 'cause this s**t not okay

Give a f**k 'bout what you think b***h

F**k what you think

But don't come judgin' me 'cause

I had too much d**gs and drank

And I'll pull up

And I'll pull up with

A hundred in each pocket b***h skrrt

Fresh up out the slammer

That lil' n***a on some cocky s**t

Play me like a jit and you get hit up

You ain't stoppin' s**t grrah rrah

Tell me when to pull up

Make the train ride in the lobby b***h

Move b***h get shot up in your face b***h

N***as 'round me hate

Tryna figure what I made d**n

Can't make it to my house if

I don't buzz you at the gate beep

Secure 'bout my gang

B***h I gotta play it safe

Plenty racks off in the safe s**t racks

Check it you get mate b***h

Five that's my blood blatt strictly that 4L s**t

Quick a shooter 12 s**t

Without the d**e young n***a rich

Challenged at your own risk

I up and bust your dome b***h boo-bow

Ayy d**n this beat got bass

Everything that's bad for me right here in my face

I been on the fo' block

I been on the A

Gun up on my waist like

I'm tryna catch a case

Move b***h a n***a need a little space

Stank look on my face

That's too much d**gs and drank

Bein' haunted 'bout my past

Someone help me get away d**n

What you think I do

I buy more d**gs and drank

Move b***h a n***a need a little space

Don't tell me I'ma be okay 'cause this s**t not okay

Give a f**k 'bout what you think b***h

F**k what you think

But don't come judgin' me 'cause

I had too much d**gs and drank d**gs and drank

Lord help me Lord

These kids Lord

They playing with all these guns and d**gs

They remind me when I was young

See in the 80s we didn't play that s**t

But we was crack babies

No Lord I'm not no hypocrite

I'm just an old motherf**ker

Tryna save some s**t Lord

I ask my son

Why it is just thugs he hang out with

He looked at me and said pops

I'm staying dangerous

Help me Lord

I tried to tell him there are many ways to stay dangerous

Power is dangerous

Knowledge is dangerous

Having them dollars is dangerous

He just looked at me Lord and said pops

I'm talking dangerous