Trellion - 616 lyrics

[Verse 1: Trellion] Yo, nautica swimming shorts Conducting a four piece orchestra with an oar In a storm Went for a swim and accidentally snorkeled to Singapore I heard peace and love's overrated So I sacked it off on the basis that I made it Love the way I mumble when I say sh** f** being humble, I'm amazing I wear my Gucci goggles like a bracelet Too many chains yo Plus I can't skewiff the halo See, what do they know? I'm on fire like Waco f** it, I'm taking Trellphies with a pill face I'm rare like Dr. Pepper milkshake And I know what you will say I'mma rewrite what your will says Where you at son? I'm up there like Jimmy Lavelle Half blind but my aim like William Tell Clinch the game with a late winner I'm just here to save the day like Ace Rimmer I'm on the road to greatness But I'm about as motivated as a coma patient Getting money, I'm about that I even got the P. Diddy mouse mat [Hook] 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your - b**h (x2) [Verse 2: Milkavelli] I'm smoking buda in the Uber My grill moonlit, I'm trill lunar Voices in my head saying 'k** super' While I'm singing to my six-shooter (la-di-da, la-di-do) No, I don't live in the States But I'll dump your body down by the Michigan Lake And nah, I ain't feeling your wave I ain't digging it for sh** If you give me a spade then I can dig you a grave Son of Sam at the Summerjam With a couple grand in a rubber band Try'na make it rain but it's sunny (?) I think I'm in Tellytubby land, so f** it I'm still the grooviest chauvinist from the Soviets Smoking that potent odorous Zoning like it's an opiate Get high, yeah you know that I'm smoking it right? All of this polo is white I'm glowing like sodium lights Taking selfies with my dick out On the toilet try'na get the sh** out I mean my music All my Ralphie five finger discount Your girl rides my dick then she dismounts (and beat me to it) I get my greasy spoon on Tell a b**h to leave my futon, she's sleeping too long The b**h needs to move on Diss my b**h and get a new one cuz she cooked my food wrong, uh [Hook] 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your - b**h (x2) [Verse 3: Lee Scott] I burn a tree and give your bird a third degree I don't worship the devil, the devil worships me I'm a trained croc k**er that could tame Godzilla Puffing a high grade lung filler with a gallon of rum I'm macking your mum, it's getting hot So I hop to 'n spat at the sun Like b**h, feed me 'til I'm fatter than Pun I'm arrogant plus stupid with a capital dumb I'm Ruud like Van Nistelrooy Headphones in the opera house listening to Tity Boi There's an infinite void where me brain was I'm too busy offending ya's to say soz Coming through with a crew of bu*toned hoodlums I don't even shed a tear when I'm cutting onions I don't know what you expected b**h, at best I'm ignant It is what it is unless it isn't He'yare, have a stripe for your plight I haggle like several Camel Lights for your wife I've seen the Cool As Ice movie twice I'm stupid nice Giving up and coming crews advice Like f** a job, peddle d** and rob Don't trust me like a muzzled dog Have you consulted god to stand on this mountain, laa? Like mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma (x3)