Domo Genesis - Go lyrics

f**in' put on a wrong head, pair of headphones and sh**, uh Just took ten shots and I ain't pa**ed out Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out If you smoking OG, bring the gra** out These n***as filled up, bring the gas out Talkin' 'bout some sh** that you know you stole I have my f**in' way with this game, no remote control Drinking on some gin 'cause I like alcohol How the f** you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball Turnt up but still smoking Tryna drive but my eyes barely open See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up In my condo smoking out watching True Blood Tryna take Taco to the strip club Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!) Tryna take Domo to the weed spot True pothead so I need pot Go, I'm so f**in' loaded Pockets and the smoke and all the b**hes Tell 'em Go, faded and I'm floatin' I hope your lungs is open All the b**hes, tell 'em, go (Now I been around the world before But I never thought it'd be this way And I smoked up all this weed before But I never thought it'd feel this way) And all the b**hes be like, "Yeah" Celebration shots got me really faded Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it Drunk enough to stir some controversy, b**h let's f**ing tape it I feel amazing, making digits off my f**ing cadence s** a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower Said I couldn't make it, I show you n***as to fight the power Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue gra** n***as still stuck in the past, opening new scabs Me and Wiz matching bottles n***a, open two tabs Stumbling out with six models, my n***a order two cabs We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them n***as too trash f** what n***as think, I'm the illest one in the new cla** And I don't give a f** what n***as ain't f**in' with OFWG run with the team or s** a dick Go, I'm so f**in' loaded Pockets and the smoke and all the b**hes Tell 'em Go, faded and I'm floatin' I hope your lungs is open All the b**hes, tell 'em, go (Now I been around the world before But I never thought it'd be this way And I smoked up all this weed before But I never thought it'd feel this way) And all the b**hes be like, "Yeah" Guitars sound like some k** Bill sh**, watch it That's that church tambourine sh** My grandma used to play that n***a Golf Wang (Turn up) Yessir I got old money, I got new money Put 'em together, I got huge money Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best Sip on some Ace then I pour out the rest f** b**hes, get ends Drink gin, f** their friends Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz I stay sipping codeine Blue dream I'm rolling up Looking for a b**h with bank statements like Oprah These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces My plug on call coming straight up out the basement All I know is money, it don't look like you One shot from the chopper make you look like two Go (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)