666

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] 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 [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] 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 [Verse 3: Mike G] 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 its 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