MellowHype, Mike G - 666 lyrics

I push the 8 ball right across the pool table
Not basketball but im saying my
Game could fool April
Its such a marvelous day and
Niggas still will hate you
Plant a tree water the surroundings than
Wait to peel a grapefruit
Success is my escape route drive
It like a grey coupe
License invalid, I'm headed to my palace
I'm a cowboy bitch I'm rowdy
Music playing loudly
I'm fresh in my attire you
Boys just in the choir
I'm rolling sober take your king out of cobra
No venom in 'em, open my hand of women
I'm about the benjaminem
Fucking off as I spend it
In foreign countries comfy
And fucking distant
Gold bitches wash my dick
And clean the kitchen
Tatted with golf wang cats and
Stencils scripted where they dippin
If it ain't about a waffle then we dippin
Bitch im too wide expedition pay attention
Before you miss it nigga listen

I got your back like a spinal tap
Yoga mats runnin out of bubbles soda flat
Nigga hulk attack green snaps from dojer raps
My wolves lurk where logan at
Wolf gang musical chairs I
Fuckin fold you back
Rollin up weed and im dabbin the wax
You stick to the script ho I get to the facts
Rippin through tracks like a train conducter
I'm giving them tasks, I'm the instructor
Roofs on fire like DJ Khaled tour bus
Smokin on weed bitch I'm high as a kite
Breakin down more finna hop on this flight
Born a real nigga real nigga for life
Don't believe in the hype
Baby this mellowhype
Smoke good for the night so
I'm good for the night
I'm taking it back to the house going
To the hood for the night
Bats on heels nigga straps gon' kill
The cab no wheels jack told Jill
I don't like kinds and icons who
Pipe dimes and so on
Let by gones be by gones and tai quan do on

Where I stand still fucking awesome I am
Need chains with more rocks then
Rocks and sand in iran
I saute the chef and if it's
Odd you want to test it will be one big room
Full of triple 6 reppers
Always say that I'm lo key with my moves
Cause I'm a ninja I don't like
Niggas to see what I do
And my focus was on saving grace
Till I got that late call
That wolf killed ace
Heard he sprayed up the place
Well I'm the Midnight Marauder
That makes twilight music
And fans think that I'm more
Awkward then Kristen Stewart
Couldn't do it without the losers that
Thought I wouldn't do it
No sympathy for the ones that
Never stuck to it attack em, rack em
Wrap em in the back of a Buick
Wonder how my day goes it
Ain't nothing but music
And wonder how I spend my evenings and
My kind of night would be
See my kind of night would
Be nylon rope duct tape me and Ameriie