666 Shit Ruben Slikk

[Intro: DJ Paul]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit (Man, drop that shit for these fuck niggas)

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Drone cops stalkin' on me while I'm at my peace
Phone talk stoppin' on me 'til I find my pace
Light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
I'm sippin' smack, flippin' packs, on my grind, my nig
Drone cops stalkin' on me while I'm at my peace
Phone talk stoppin' on me 'til I find my pace
Light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
I'm sippin' smack, flippin' packs, on my grind, my nig

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
Hologram shawty wit' the false face
Straight drop, titty suck shawty
Bust nuts, serve it up the prostate
We don't know who we fuckin', hardly
Whip it in the Sprite, no offstate
Chicken [?] wit' the honey [?]
Fucks wit' the finger lickin' fuck shit
Sippin' Moon, whip wit' a Harley
Purp wit' the green like Charolette
Just hit a stain for the pies
Hotel room just me and three bitches
And a duffle bag full of narcotics
Fuck around and make enough deposits
You ain't livin' like this, suckas salty
While me and my other bitch rape you from the back
Watch you poke a [?] while I'm squattin'
Fuck niggas jelly and they plottin'
All a nigga want, you wit' no wallet
Two phones on me when I'm rollin' round the city
Gotta talk, it ain't no need for you to call me
Pussy niggas wanna blackball me
Prolly why they bitches got on me
Should've thought about it 'fore I met you
Who you was when it was drippin', fuck you when you not horny