[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
We trippy n***a, hella far out (trippy!)
I'm on the track with Juicy J, b**h eat your heart out
Haters like, "what's the f**ing odds I pull the cards out?"
Not a shooting star, but high enough to shoot the stars out
Sipping on some syrup, and I'm feeling great
Chilling with this girl, I'm finna penetrate
Na she ain't mine, I ain't cuffing, I'm a renegade
Skeeting in her face, hit the dougie, b**h I'm getting paid
Doms in this ho, chilling on the ceiling
Smoking my prescription, how you doing, how you feeling?
It's not for the weak, strong d** might k** em
I'mma hop in the beach crispier than white linen
And I'm faded like a washed black tee, mad tree
If you need the loud sheep, ask me, I'm deep
Influenced underneath, I'm good, no sleep
Nowhere near me, up 30,000 feet b**h
[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
It's like I'm high in the airport
And they know I'm faded
No problems escalated
Man, we ain't the ones to play with
Juicy J
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
Domo Genesis
I'm coming down but I ain't touching the ground
Flyest n***a around, G6 high in the clouds b**h
Juicy J
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J be high as hell, get that drink I might as well
Find a b**h and sock the b**h
And give her dick, but please don't tell
Trippy hoes with trippy n***as
Paper planes and plenty swishas
Need something? I know them n***as
? gone, I know the n***a
Shots, shots, everybody taking shots
Smoking and I'm sipping, stumbling through the parking lot
Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs
Bad model b**h, I'm trying hit her where it hurts
Medication proper, I got it from the doctor
Tonight's a celebration, roll them blunts up like a ?
Might die, might die, might die
Walkies been around, Bombay straight
b**h I need another round
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I tell my mans I'm on the way to the show
Grab the bottles, call the models on the way, let's go
n***as leaning in the Lex, no need for a stretch
Return typos when I receiving text
I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for s**
Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X
YZ, I'm the n***a you might see
In need of Visine, blood shed on the crime scene
Colors for the summer fire works, which I observe
Mary Jane is nymph, she gon die a perv
Police may pull me over, cuz sh**, I might serve
I blow the smoke in they face, I got a lot of nerve
My life is like a strobe light, you turn me off
I pro light up the weed
And pour some f**ing drink that give me fix I need
OFWG overseas, 30,000 feet
[Outro] - Left Brain