600 Degrees

(Tuned up)
(Ayo, Sheff) ay

600 the mob and we yet to be fucked with
Drop a bag, get him killed in his new 'fit
All on the 'net, but in person, ain't do shit
I'm the type get him robbed for his new kit

Let me chill and just talk 'bout this new shit
200 the dash and these diamonds on CC
Ay, your folks used to say you wouldn't be shit
When it's war in that field, it get deep, bitch

Yeah, it's cool, them boys did what they did, but I swear for God y'all shoulda killed me
Ain't do nothin' but make some more money, some millions, only right all them pussy boys fear me
I'm a Balenci' guy, really put it on, all them niggas 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 shit '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 fucked up with this rappin' shit, I still'll wrap some shit, go do a show, double bag a bitch
Throw a 6 and 8, 600, we crackin' shit, shit we doin', man, this shit, it ain't average

X told me rap, man, I can't even go slide, fuck 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, bitch, I'm up, drop a bag, get him outta here
Diamonds hittin', nigga look like a chandelier, brand-new Lam', I hit the gas and we disappear

Dots on his top, got him yellin' out, "Bingo", been gamblin' with life, nigga, fuck 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 nigga chain, feel like Deebo
Stuck in the game, shit feel like Velcro, me let an opp nigga slide? Nigga, hell no

Dodgin' the alphabet, still lettin' L go, still the same nigga on the block with no mentor
Fuckin' off extras and countin' on Melrose, in Miami, I spent 'bout a dub on Lincoln Road
1250 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'-ass niggas just actin', CB4

All this bread at the table, shit look like Last Supper, speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter
Glock 23 with a 30, that's double-double, tryna drop e'rythang, Craig's in trouble
Black-face Rollie for all of the dark times, I know killers that only work part-time
Country-ass nigga, I'll step for some moonshine, get life in the sky if you go past this gun line

600 'grees, nigga, go check the Fahrenheit, we the type to come shoot up the candlelights
Stomach shot fuck up a nigga whole appetite, flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light
Been fed the streets, this shit more like a mukbang, 20K on the ground, this shit 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 fuckin' with rappin' and shit, I was so used to spinnin' and smackin' on shit
Now we up, me and my niggas havin' this shit, can't you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and shit?
No, I ain't doin' no tusslin', VVS diamond, I'm rockin' this Cullinan
I been rappin', 'em pigs tried to stop me from hustlin', tryna figure out how to get package through customs

That lil' pussy 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, nigga, go check the stethoscope, stuffin' green in the pack, sellin' medical
Chrome Heart 'fit, 8000 on Melrose, 600 mob, nigga, welcome to death row