Bitch,it's the five-nine taper phase; Sideline Laker game High time save a page, they already know the name Doms in this bitch I mean it's real shit taking place Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin' makin' s'mores My flow be tramping like you whores I'm suicidal f*ck the door I'm and if but and or Bitch what the f*ck is you talking bout if you ain't getting no money huh Broke niggas is talking loud I swear you niggas is funny bruh We what the f*ck is up, 2012 clutch as f*ck Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup Old school vis'ans rhyme ambidextrous I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands By six she will be quicksand who better than the next nigga, this man Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your whole ambition, bitch My hat says high cause that's exactly how I feel bitch All I need is green grass and gold on my real bitch Watch me get it nigga I'm a sell it real quick Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin' MellowHigh Girlfriend never settles why? To busy in the meadows high Out to Dena I'm fresh like I'm out the cleaners Hardwood like an angry beaver I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt, get it? A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews I let her snooze and dream 'cause none of them wishes tangible I'm balling like Benjamin it's all about the Benjamins That's why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them Call a ho then stall a ho I'm also dope across the rope Catch my fate I bang grenades and beat your face 'til it's off your throat Please shut the f*ck up let me put this shit to sleep The shit he speak got him all antsy like his Christmas week Silly me, riding with several bitches with slim physiques And I'm tryna see lights cameras action like Mr. Cheeks Army fatigue bake boxes for the league No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for the fees If packaged she'll be petite know how to roll up my weed Her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need shit They asking Domo "where you been? " They feel they got ditched Just look for the influence I be under that bitch and It's a headlock when it come to that grip You ain't never met a motherfucker done in that sick I'm the best thing yet the I'm the best thing next I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all these vets That don't know how to let go, This game is filled with a bunch of grey hair dead souls Promise 90 retro, ho Hey y'all get out of he way cause I'm going AWOL Bitch lay off the gas that they giving your head tank dog Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off You either gotta win or go home, bitch it's the playoffs More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats Zero to sixty in like 4 flat, you know any nigga that own that I ain't stuntin' I'm a youngin' me and my niggas we be thuggin' At our shows that we be bugging groupie loving and we buzzing So meet me in the trap, it's going down MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown Cops arrest me for a DIY prohibition We don't need you motherfuckers to stop and listen Golf Wang Bitch
Written by: DOMINIQUE COLE, GERARD LONG, VYRON TURNER
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