BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama, Murdagang PB, Yung Hood - 600 DEGREES (Official Visualizer)

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BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama, Murdagang PB, Yung Hood - 600 DEGREES (Official Visualizer)

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Lyrics:

(Tuned up)

(Ayo, Sheff)

Ayy

600 the mob and we yet to be f•cked with

Drop a bag, get him killed in his new ‘fit

All on the ‘net, but in person, ain’t do sh•t

I’m the type get him robbed for his new kit

Let me chill and just talk ‘bout this new sh•t

Two hundred the dash and these diamonds on sick, sick

Ayy, your folks used to say you wouldn’t be sh•t

When it’s war in that field, it get deep, b•tch

Yeah, it’s cool, them boys did what they did

But I swear for God y’all should’ve killed me

Ain’t do nothin’ but make some more money, some millions

Only right all them p•ssy boys fear me

I’m a Balenci’ guy, really put it on

All them n•ggas around, who you puttin’ on?

I’m a 600 repper, check every song

And, no, I can’t give ’em no clout, we just get ’em gone

Came a long way from the city, but that don’t mean sh•t ‘cause I still got the block on my back

Now it hit a lil’ different ‘cause when I go get me a bag, I ain’t gotta go flip me a pack

Don’t get it f•cked up with this rappin’ sh•t, I still’ll wrap some sh•t

Go do a show, double bag a b•tch

Throw a 6 and 8, 600, we crackin’ sh•t

Sh•t we doin’, man, this sh•t, it ain’t average

X told me rap, man, I can’t even go slide

F•ck it, I might just go spin one more time

I be ready to kill, I don’t play about mine

Put his face on a tee like a graphic design

Hold my wrist up, it’s a two-tone Cartier

B•tch, I’m up, drop a bag, get him outta here

Diamonds hittin’, n•gga look like a chandelier

Brand-new Lam’, I hit the gas and we disappear

Dots on his top, got him yellin’ out, “Bingo”

Been gambling with life, n•gga, f•ck a casino

Rap or trap, tryna stay out a RICO

They say it was beef, get it chopped with some pico

In the club with a Drac’, got it tucked in a peacoat

Take a rap n•gga chain, feel like Deebo

Stuck in the game, sh•t feel like velcro

Me let an opp n•gga slide? N•gga, h•ll no

Dodgin’ the alphabet, still lettin’ L go

Still the same n•gga on the block with no mentor

F•ckin’ off extras and countin’ on Melrose

In Miami, I spent ‘bout a dub on Lincoln Road

Twelve-fifty for shoes, sellin’ D for the low

It’s just too much cappin’, don’t get killed for an ego

Hit the switch on the glick, ain’t no need for a reload

All the rappin’-a•s n•ggas just actin’, CB4

All this bread at the table, sh•t look like Last Supper

Speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter

Glock 23 with a thirty, that’s double-double

Tryna drop everything, Craig’s in trouble

Black-face Rollie for all of the dark times

I know killers that only work part-time

Country-a•s n•gga, I’ll step for some moonshine

Get life in the sky if you go past this gun line

600 ’grees, n•gga, go check the Fahrenheit

We the type to come shoot up the candlelights

Stomach shot f•ck up a n•gga whole appetite

Flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light

Been fed the streets, this sh•t more like a mukbang

20k on the ground, this sh•t chump change

K5 got a Glock, take the shot

Then I slide the paper to him just like a gun range

Ain’t gon’ lie, I wasn’t f•ckin’ with rappin’ and sh•t

I was so used to spinnin’ and smackin’ on sh•t

Now we up, me and my n•ggas havin’ this sh•t

Can’t you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and sh•t?

No, I ain’t doin’ no tusslin’, VVS diamond, I’m rockin’ this Cullinan

I been rappin’, them pigs tried to stop me from hustlin’

Tryna figure out how to get package through customs

That lil’ p•ssy a virgin, ain’t got no bodies

Put them P’s on your head, Andy Milonakis

I’m all up in the grow with Lil’ Morgan on Wocky

In the D with the snipers, on the phone with the foxes

You can hear his heartbeat, n•gga, go check the stethoscope

Stuffin’ green in the pack, sellin’ medical

Chrome Heart ’fit, eight thousand on Melrose

600 mob, n•gga, welcome to death row

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