Hodgy Beats - Rella lyrics

[Intro: Hodgy] I f**ed this flow [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh sh** n***a recollect b**h, grow grey hairs, don't stress it I text message, messages to f**in' estrogen She lets me in, I s** her then she s**ier than my leather vans Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic sh** The love is lost and the d** they cost, in the studio mixing raw b**hes sh** in my drawers like you piss in my drawers n***a my dick's in her jaw I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple f** the pick of the raffle, king of the castle n***a, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons African drums for when the champ come, b**h [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Suicide watch n***a, k** yourself Opposition who? n***a reveal yourself How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself? Splinter Cell creeping in this b**h, you couldn't feel the stealth Wolves are prowling, hunger at its f**ing best I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some f**in' bread Drugs are green, my b**hes white and tonight I need f**in' head Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig Fresh to d**h then I guess we looking like the living dead Oh sh**, yo b**h, look at how I'm doing you b**hes on my dick but look at me I'm f**ing beautiful n***as tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews Is why this so cool? You n***as are so unusual Wolf Gang, point me to a n***a I should prove it to Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops [Bridge: Hodgy Beats] The fortress is fortified (b**h) Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live b**h I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Knock-knock, who's there? It's me Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?) I k**ed that p**y and grabbed that knife Now I got real authentic cheetah print sh** (n***a, you're a liar) n***a don't believe me, kiss your lady And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies? n***a my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no f**in' Yeezy? (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f**in' Yeezy? I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no f**in Yeezy?) Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm f**in' Looney See these girls talkin' all that sh** (What?) I'm just tryna see some tits (What?) Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes I'm, out this b**h like hocus pocus And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles And met up with b**hes, gave 'em cum on their dimples Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro When I'm with your b**h I'm like, "Where my dick go?" Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just f**in' awesome Yo mama look like a ugly (f** you) loser