เนื้อเพลง 666 - YG

[YG:]
Stars in the roof, sittin' in the Wraith
Got it all off these bars, man, this sh*t kinda crazy
I been out wildin' with these young n*ggas lately
F*ckin' all the pretty b*tches, man, this sh*t kinda crazy
I'm blessed up with Christ, Lifestyle too much for life
I been on some player sh*t, hoops my n*gga don't make
You is not the reason I'm pullin' up in the latest
Westside n*gga, ho, I don't need no favors

Ayy, damn 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 upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space (uh-huh)
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh*t not okay (uh-uh)
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think b*tch, f*ck what you think (f*ck you b*tch)
But don't come judgin' me because I had too much drugs and drank

I ain't in the mood b*tch, 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 drink 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 ass out my face
The homie just got a wraith, Po-Po brought him my name
They know we from the gang, this sh*t out my range

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
This sh*t out my f*ckin' range b*tch
I ain't plannin' on a change b*tch
I'm goin' through a field of pain b*tch
4hunnid gang got that bang b*tch
I'm hundred bodies demons, yeah, I see 'em walk (walk)
So you know I got the devil in my thoughts (thoughts)
I be seen the devil in my living room hall (hall)
I just hope I ain't got the devil in my little whore, this sh*t for real

[YG:]
Ayy, damn 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

[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh*t not okay
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think b*tch, f*ck what you think
But don't come judgin' me because I had too much drugs and drank

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Then I'll pull up) Then I'll pull up with a hundred in each pocket b*tch
Fresh up out the slammer, these lil n*ggas on some cocky sh*t
Play me like a jit and you get hit up, you ain't stoppin' sh*t
Tell me when to pull up, make the tre light in the lobby b*tch
Move b*tch, get shot up in your face
N*ggas 'round me hate, tryna figure what I made
Can't make it to my house if I don't buzz you at the gate
Secure 'bout my gang, b*tch I gotta play it safe
Plenty racks off in the safe, sh*t
Check it, you get make, b*tch
Five, that's my Blood batch, strictly FOL sh*t
Quick, a shooter 12 sh*t, without the dope, young n*gga rich
Challenged at your own risk, I up and bust your dome b*tch

[YG:]
Ayy, damn 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 upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

[YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b*tch, a n*gga need a little space
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh*t not okay
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think b*tch, f*ck what you think
But don't come judgin' me because I had too much drugs and drank

Lord, help me Lord. These kids Lord, they playing with all these guns and drugs, they remind me when I was young. See, in the 80s, we didn't play that sh*t. But we was crack babies. No Lord, I'm not no hypocrite, I'm just an old motherf*cker, tryna save some sh*t. Lord, I ask my son "Why it is just thugs here, hanging away?" 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"