[Intro]

Yo Dom!

J Dilla!

Let’s roll that weed and get hiiigh

{What y’all niggas know?}

That’s what I need to get byyy

Let’s roll that weed and get hiiigh

That’s what I need to get byyy

[Verse 1: King.Dom]

Yo, your clique is subpar

And all that you shit you spittin’ thus far

Small talk: like a midget bitch on Russ Parr

You all see me flying by you, drivin’ in your slut’s car:

Face where my nuts are

Play wit’ your bus card

Brains and the blunt spark, missin’ that bitch?

I just skeeted in her mouth and now you kissin’ them lips

That shit is just sick

Say something and I’m dottin’ your ‘i’

You could catch a Jimmy Snooker off the top of my ride

You stop and you die, who’s going with ‘em?

They always foldin’ pigeon(?)

Y’all hoes is missin’ like the soldiers in the coalition

You hold the soul position, knowin’ that your gold’ll glisten

Cats be rappin’ platinum, why you holdin’ on to old traditions?

Flat broke: I’m mixin’ gin and Kahlua

‘Til that day I pop Cris’ like I’m stealin’ on Luda

I’m stealing your hoes, eventually I’m stealing they throats

You got the same TV, then I’mma steal your remote

[Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom]

And that’s a wrap

Condom strapped in the back of the Acc’

And if it break, I’m gettin’ brain while slappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

And if a girl got some cabbage to pass

I got a wrap - I’m rollin’ it and tappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash

Now pass it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pass it on back

And that’s a wrap

He’s over-passionate and gassed with his raps

That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC

And that’s a wrap

[Verse 2: Copywrite]

I’mma be honest y’all, my last shit it could’ve been hotter y’all

But I ain’t mad at the love I got from y’all, not at all

And if you think I’m new to this game, I been doing this thing

So long got the instruction manual tattooed to my brain

Man, these little tykes, where they gettin’ it hyper?

I was shittin’ in cyphers when you were shittin’ in diapers

I was spittin’ that fire when you were sittin’ in choir

Role model with a Coke bottle you bitches admire

Shit, you bitches wish I’d pull a Jigga, just quit and retire

Just gettin’ started though, I spit that retarded flow

That can’t-count-to-8-graduate-from-kindergarten-flow

Spanish mamis mow my lawn, I call ‘em my “garden hoes”

I gotta thank the haters, that’s my motivation

I’mma be greater from the incubator to the cremator

One strike, and that’s it

If you hate, your ass out

The garage is locked up

It’s too late to back out

I’m in a class by myself, ain’t no kids’ grades near me

Ix-nay on ‘em trying to spit they theory

If they get “yea” near me

Better have their weapons drawn

Or I’ll get the best of y’all like a mixtape series

[Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom]

And that’s a wrap

Condom strapped in the back of the Acc’

And if it break, I’m gettin’ brain while slappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

And if a girl got some cabbage to pass

I got a wrap - I’m rollin’ it and tappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash

Now pass it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pass it on back

And that’s a wrap

He’s over-passionate and gassed with his raps

That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC

And that’s a wrap

[Verse 3: Copywrite]

I’m laid back, ASAP I spit

And have your boy pointing to the toilet like “Ain’t that some shit?”

And until the cows come home, I’mma milk this bitch

Go get you a personal trainer – you ain’t built for this

Man, I’m on fire the furnace blew already

I ain’t concerned with you, it’s petty

I burn you with a semi

Then turn you to a veggie, then toss my heat

Hate vegetables, so nah, I don’t squash my beef

Man, I’m fresh to death and check some sweats

And brought some cats that’ll love to turn ya flesh to mesh

I’m too raw to get cooked

But you all can get took

‘Cause you draw then get shook

Like an Etch-a-Sketch

I’ll prove all you kids’ puss

And too small to give push(?)

So move on and get juxed

But I’m off of that Hennessey

Remember me?

Yeah, I rub it in and floss on my enemies

Newcomer like I lost my virginity

[Verse 4: King.Dom]

For real?

You might heal mentally, but them scars’ll last

I’ll have that ass like Kanye looked, after the car crash

(?)Of all passed, the competition got to stop and listen

Once the Glock is spittin’, God is sittin’ with my opposition

Test us - you feel the TEC from the chest up

Tore out the frame like a picture of your ex-slut, messed up

You all over the street

So get low like the Ying-Yang Twins or Memph Bleek

‘Cause I’m, down to split your mind, body, and soul

I’ll leave your consciousness along the side of the road

Out of control, the hoes, they know that type

Chickens who want the dick screamin’ {I know that’s right}

I roll at night, wit’ your broad

Back of that “Oh Lord”

She ridin’ with me and tryin’ to get me to go raw

But it ain’t worth it to twerk it, man I ain’t one for waitin’

If I’m burstin’ that bitch is birthin’ the son of Satan

While laying pipe, your dame’s right: I’m sick with it

My game’s tight - she came twice in six minutes

Yeah, I bust my shit then I’m dippin’

Count my money twice, then wash my dick in the kitchen

Your bitch is a pigeon

Ya hit and dip, your shit’ll be itchin’, in different positions

Just spit it on the lip then I’m missin’

[Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom]

And that’s a wrap

Condom strapped in the back of the Acc’

And if it break, I’m gettin’ brain while slappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

And if a girl got some cabbage to pass

I got a wrap - I’m rollin’ it and tappin’ that ass

And that’s a wrap

Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash

Now pass it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pass it on back

And that’s a wrap

He’s over-passionate and gassed with his raps

That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC

And that’s a wrap