Left Brain - b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] b**h It's the five-nine taper fade; Sideline Laker game High time save a page; They already know the name Doms in this b**h I mean it's real sh** taking place Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one b**h Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores My flow be tramping like you who*es I'm suicidal f** the door I'm and if but and or [Verse 3: Domo] b**h what the f** is you talking bout if you ain't getting no money huh Broke n***as is talking loud I swear you n***as is funny bruh We what the f** is up 2012 clutch as f** Fast lifestyle n***a slow me down double cup [Verse 4: Hodgy] Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous I switch hands five o clock when your b**h lands by six She will be quicksand better than the next n***a: this man Pockets swell up like a sick gland k**ing your whole ambition b**h [Verse 5: Domo] My hat says high cause that's exactly how I feel b**h All I need is green gra** and gold on my real b**h Watch me get it n***a I'mma sell it real quick Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the k** switch [Verse 6: Hodgy] I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin MellowHigh Girlfriend never settles why? To busy in the meadows high Out to Dena I'm fresh like I'm out the cleaners Hardwood like an angry beaver I'm nuts like my f**ing t-shirt Get it? [Verse 7: Domo] A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews I let her snooze and dream cause none of them wishes tangible [Verse 8: Hodgy] I'm balling like Benjamin it's all about the Benjamins That's why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them Call a ho then stall a ho I'm also dope across the rope Catch my fade I bang grenades and beat your face 'til it's off your throat [Verse 9: Domo] Please shut the f** up let me put this sh** to sleep The sh** he speak got him all antsy like his Christmas week Silly me, riding with several b**hes with slim physiques And I'm tryna see lights cameras action like Mr. Cheeks [Verse 10: Hodgy] Army fatigue Bape boxes for the league No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for the fees If packaged she'll be petite know how to roll up my weed Her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need sh** [Verse 11: Domo] They asking Domo "where you been?" They feel they got ditched Just look for the influence I be under that b**h and It's a headlock when it come to that grip You ain't never met a motherf**er done in that sick [Verse 12: Hodgy] I'm the best thing yet the I'm the next thing best I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all these vets That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with a bunch of grey hair dead souls Promise 90 retro, ho [Verse 13: Domo] Hey y'all get out of he way cause I'm going AWOL b**h lay off the gas that they giving your head tank dog Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off You either gotta win or go home, b**h it's the playoffs [Verse 14: Hodgy] More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any n***a that own that I ain't stuntin' I'm a youngin' me and my n***as we be thuggin' At our shows that we be bugging groupie loving and we buzzing [Outro: Domo & Hodgy] So meet me in the trap; it's going down MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition We don't need you motherf**ers to stop and listen Golf Wang b**h