[Intro: Domo (and Tyler)]
(sh** sound like some, Al Green sh** n***a
Yo Doms, please, hit these n***as.)
Wooooohoohoo. sh**
Whew
This is perfect
This beat is f**ing perfect
(Yeah n***a) Everything is perfect
(Domo Motherf**in Genesis) These Bapes Pants go perfect with these shoes
(I want everybody in this motherf**er. Roll a blunt up right now)
I do, I like this Babe Short/Shoe combination
And I got a Caprisun in here. A bit of this cold Caprisun
Kiwi Strawberry. (Dom, hit these n***as, man.)
[Verse 1]
I'm a mothaf**in' a**hole, it's natural
To act bashful in the presence of n***as with cash flow
I spaz ho, laying somewhere close to where the gra** grows
Listening to jazz cause these n***as mad trash, yo
And that, kicking dust, my sh** is ridiculous
Quickly put my dick in s*uts who nose tend to be sticking up
Silly n***as, give it up, no person is sick enough
The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up
Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some f**ing head work
Talk you into anything, with talking, I'm an expert
Just talking to you n***as and it's sounding like my best work
Best work? For now, yes, with every drop I'm better
Better than the rest, these n***as apply pressure
These n***as, every verse is lyrically def to these n***as
When that hearse drop, 6 feet d**h for you n***as
Many men opposing me, no success for you n***as
And I'm still on my bullsh**, loc'ing with a full clip
That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit
Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "What's good, b**h?"
Nah, really, what's trilly hood, b**h?
Ham I may go, n***a extra mayo
That's the Frigidaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow
Show the f** out, dunk on a n***a and just hang, yo
I'm a boss n***a, f** what it cost n***a
You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss n***a
Get lost n***a, out my vicinity
Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy
And these haters won't get my energy
T the C, we did it, G
And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs
And yeah, whatever