[Boldy James]
I’m a lunatic – I got five on it once the doobie’s lit
We was lockin’ my room door, stuffin’ them Uzi clips
Runnin’ with hooligans, I’ve put in my work
Wipin’ slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt
We’re two 23s when we ride on our enemies
And hit ‘em up if they don’t hit me up first
In my army fatigues – it’s still gun powder on the sleeve
Niggas get shot every day, B, put on your skirt
Before I lift it up and show the whole world you pussy
And how you niggas been some bitches since birth
‘Cause we don’t see your boys, hittin’ em where it hurts
Twist a nigga cap back and pop a nigga with a squig and a squirt
Clean Dungarees on, grass, I’m just revealing the dirt
Got some bullets to chase a nigga ’til the end of the Earth
Until we meet again, I think with Death I’m a flirt
Give her that ol’ evil grin and my devilish smirk
[Domo Genesis]
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do?
Bumpin’ my new shit, mobbin’ with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ridin’ with the tool
Let me know if it’s a problem, ’cause the solvin’ we can do
[Earl Sweatshirt]
Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in the stomach
With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly
Grab a mickey and a coaster and sit it
Now I’ve been sober one minute, hotel your soul, just forget it
Spit it as cold as the fridge is, dare me, the host of this shit
Just carry our flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders
Various hoes in the whip and they blowin’ smoke at the chauffeur
Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean
I can’t help it, it’s gram sellers
Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damn cellar
Far from the front, my niggas was in the back
Yellin’ ’cause we came from nothin’ like everything that you can’t tell us
Speak soft, soccer fan, shut the camera off
Rap camp Camelot, cannon cocked, lick a shot
Liquor slosh, bottom of the belly bars
Lock hardhead, and lock they squab in with the celly…
[Domo Genesis]
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do?
Bumpin’ my new shit, mobbin’ with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ridin’ with the tool
Let me know if it’s a problem, ’cause the solvin’ we can do
[Da$H]
Smokin’ on the green, exhaling dragon breath up out my nasal
All the steak rolls married with the basil
It’s too rare, get it off my table
The way I pimp, should’ve stuck with the shrimp
Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs
I’m spittin’ rounds like a drum, bitch said her man was a bum
And he think he got that bag, get her high and dog her ass
She tellin’ me ’bout homie’s stash, I listen up and roll my grass
Before the blunt was even ashed, I hit my homie on the jag like:
“Just got the word on what the lick bring -
Essex Country and he’s sittin’ on ’bout 6 Ps”
Is he ’bout it? He say “for sure” and we bust a move
Ridin’ with my Top Gun like Tom Fuckin’ Cruise
No license behind the wheel, blowin’ red signs
I’ll push that red line before Fed time
Get to flippin’, write a verse or two
Now it’s niggas never heard of you
Denzel in Training Day, ma’fucka, I’m gettin’ surgical
[Domo Genesis]
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do?
Bumpin’ my new shit, mobbin’ with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ridin’ with the tool
Let me know if it’s a problem, ’cause the solvin’ we can do
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