(Domo Genesis) It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline game High time save a page, they already know the Doms in this bitch I mean it's real sh*t taking Money still the motive and I'm clocking it Flava Flav (Hodgy Beats) Let me my scarf off. Five, four, three, two, one bitch. Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire makin s'mores My flow be trampling like you whores, I'm suicidal, the door. I'm and, if, but and or. (Domo) Bitch the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't gettin no money huh? Broke is talking loud I swear you n*ggas is funny bruh. We the fuck is up 2012, clutch as fuck. lifestyle, slow me down, double cup. (Hodgy) Old school visions, rhyme I hands five o' clock, when your bitch lands by six. She will be quicksand better the next n*gga, this man Pockets swell up like a sick killing your whole ambition Bitch. (Domo) My hat says high cause that's exactly how I bitch, All I need is green and gold on my real bitch, Watch me get it n*gga, I'ma sell it real Hodgy drew the master plan and hit the kill switch. (Hodgy) I'm fellow guy peddle by reppin' MellowHigh Girlfriend never settles, Too busy in the meadows high. Out to dena, I'm fresh I'm out the cleaners. Hardwood like an angry beaver, I'm nuts like my t-shirt. Get it? (Domo) A phantom you hand a random rapper eating cannibal She can't refuse so I let her it like it's Danimals. Handsome dude she wanna be standing by camera crews I let her snooze and cause none of them wishes tangible. (Hodgy) I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, it's all the Benjamins why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them. Call a ho then a ho, I'm also dope across the rope Catch my fate, I bang and beat your face til it's off your throat. (Domo) Please shut the up let me put this shit to sleep. The shit he speak got him all ansty his Christmas week. Silly me, riding several bitches with slim physiques. And I'm tryna see lights, camera, like Mr. Cheeks. (Hodgy) fatigue, Bape boxes for the league No ghetto barrettes and weaves to the sleeve, for the fees If packaged she'll be petite know how to up my weed Her doing the deed and she don't really need shit. (Domo) They asking Domo "Where you been?" They they got ditched. Just for the influence, I be under that bitch and It's a when it come to that grip You ain't never met a motherfucker done in sick. (Hodgy) I'm the best thing yet the I'm the thing next I bet 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 souls. Promise 90 retro, Ho. (Domo) Hey get out of the way cause i'm going AWOL Bitch lay off the gas they giving your head tank dog, Thinking you better than me will get you taked off, You either gotta win or go home, it's the playoffs. (Hodgy) More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no but it got doormats, Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you any nigga that own that? I ain't stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be At our shows we be bugging groupie loving and we buzzin. (Domo) So meet me in the trap; it's down. leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown. (Hodgy) Cops me for a DUI prohibition We don't need you to stop and listen. Golf Bitch.