[Intro: Domo Genesis]

Bitch

[Verse: Domo Genesis & Hodgy]

It's the five-nine taper fade, 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, fuck the door

I'm and, if, but and or

Bitch what the fuck 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 fuck is up, 2012, clutch as fuck

Fast lifestyle, nigga, slow me down, double cup

Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous

I switch hands, five o'clock when your bitch lands by six

She will be quicksand 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'ma 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 eatin', cannibal

She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals

Handsome dude she wanna be with, standin' 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 fade I bang grenades and beat your face 'til it's off your throat

Please shut the fuck 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, Bape 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 bitch

I'm the best thing, yet the I'm the next thing best

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 his 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 this the playoffs

More luxurious than a throwback with no low Jack, no driver but it got doormats

Zero to sixty in like 4 flat, you know any nigga who on that?

I ain't stuntin', I'm a youngin', me and my niggas, we be thuggin'

At our shows that we be buggin', groupie lovin' and we buzzin'

[Outro: Domo Genesis & Hodgy]

So meet me in the trap; it's going down

MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown, ha ha ha

Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition

We don't need you motherfuckers to stop and listen

Golf Wang, bitch