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 camping making s'mores
My flow be tramping like you whores
I'm suicidal f**k the door
I'm and if but and or
Bitch what the f**k is you talking bout
If you aingt getting no money huh
Broke niggas is talking loud
I swear you niggas is funny bruh
We what the f**k is up 2012 clutch as f**k
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup
Old school vizzans 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'ma sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and domo hit the kill switch
I'm young fellow guy peddle by repping MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles why too 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 f**king 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 aingt 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**k up let me put this shit to sleep
The shit he speak got him all antsy
Like it's 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 aingt never met a motherf**ker done it that sick
I'm the best thing yet 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 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 four flat
You know any nigga that own that
I aingt stunting I'm a younging me
And my niggas we be thugging
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 DUI prohibition
We don't need y'all motherf**kers to stop and listen
Golf Wang bitch