Hodgy Beats - Timbs lyrics

[Intro - Hodgy Beats] Golf Wang MellowHigh, Dom Genesis You already know who I'm is, b**h Hey, show these n***as what's up, son [Verse 1 - Domo Genesis] Bring it on, I'm young and I'm back at it Exposing these whack cats as fast as a crack addict This n***a's a savage with nastiest bad habits Cla** act, we don't even chat with these rap f*ggots Sleepin' in a trap and drink 'til I'm mad ratchet Breathin' in hashish 'til I feel asthmatic Money, music, and fashion, tryin' to pull a hat-trick Game lookin' dry and I apply like chapstick s** a fat dick, haters, abolish I hate to be honest, I even leave my haters astonished And like a wallet, easy when I reach in my pocket Y'all speakin' this nonsense And we don't even need to see when you drop sh** We was in another country 'sleep when you dropped it Or f**in' some foreign-a** freak when you dropped it I'm busy tryin' to see SportsCenter, the top ten You n***as is boxed in, you see that we locked in [Verse 2 - Hodgy Beats] Murderin', that's my hobby Don't shoot, you sloppy I'm clear like El Debarge with a drug charge I'm Michael Phelps smokin' to keep my lungs open Always talk with a trash-mouth Talk while takin' the trash out I'm deep in the game p**y, n***a you a**ed out And I'mma f** her 'til she pa**ed out in my gla** house I cause ruckus. The f** is that 'bout? Who let the mu' f**in' cats out? I'm in your neighborhood smokin' wood for the greater good The greater good is on the greener side You see where I'm, headed in that direction, a nice selection Resurrection, after s** erection If any n***a think they sh** premium I'll bring Speedy Gonzales out for an evening run Let you be my son f** a number stay with the beeper son And I got these Franklins to count, make sure Aretha come Yeah