666 [V1]

[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