MellowHype - 666 lyrics
rate me666 / Mellowhype[Hodgy Beats]I push the 8 ball, right across the pool tableNot basketball but I'm sayin my game could +fool+ AprilIt's such a marvelous day, and niggaz still'll hate youPlant a tree, water the surroundings then wait to peel the grapefruitSuccess is my escape route, drive it like a grey CoupeLicense invalid, I'm headed to my palaceI'm a cowboy bitch I'm rowdy, music playin loudlyI'm fresh in my attire you boys just in the choir - oh!I'm rollin sober, take your +King+ out of +Cobra+No venom in 'em, open my hand to womenI'm about to Benjamin it, fuckin off as I spend itIn foreign countries, comfy and fuckin distinctiveGold bitches wash my dick and clean the kitchenTatted with Golf Wang cats and stencils scripted where they dippinIf it ain't about a waffle then we dippin, bitch I'm too wide ExpeditionPay attention 'fore you miss it nigga listenUgh[Hodgy Beats]I got your back like a spinal tapYoga mats, we run the bubble soda flatNigga Hulk attack, green snaps from doja rapsMy +Wolves+ lurk where +Logan+ atWolf Gang musical chairs I fuckin fold your backRollin up weed and I'm dabbin the waxYou stick to the script hoe I get to the factsRippin through tracks like a train conductorI'm givin them tasks I'm the instructorThe roof's on fire like DJ Khaled tour busSmokin on weed bitch I'm high as a kiteBreakin down more fin' to hop on this flightBorn a real nigga real nigga for lifeDon't believe in the hype baby this MellowHypeSmoke good for the night, so I'm good for the nightI'm takin it back to the houseGoin to the hood for the nightBats on heels nigga straps gon' killThe cab no wheels, Jack told JillI don't like kinds of icons who python and so onLet bygones be bygones and Tae Kwon the Doe on[Mike G]Damn; where I stand still fuckin awesome I amNeed chains with more rocks than rocks and sand in IranI, saute the chef and if its Hodg' you want to testIt will be one big room full of Triple 6 reppersAlways say that I'm lo key with my movescause I'm a ninja I don't like niggaz to see what I doAnd my focus was on saving grace'til I got that late call that Wolf killed AceHeard he sprayed up the placeWell I'm the Midnight Marauder that makes twilight musicAnd fans think I'm more awkward then Kristen StewartCouldn't do it without the losers that thought I wouldn't do itNo sympathy for the ones that never stuck to itAttack 'em, rack 'em; wrap 'em in the back of a BuickWonder how my day goes, it ain't nothin but musicAnd wonder how I spend my evenings, see my kind of night would beNylon rope, duct tape, me and E' Marie
