[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] This is my electronic press kit, uh huh it's some fresh shit Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency 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 extravagent Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga 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 Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle Nigga, Genghis Khan mention, Marilyn Manson Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons African drugs for when the champ come
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself? Splinter cell creepin in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking 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 fuckin' bread Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig Fresh to death then I guess we living like the living dead Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
[Bridge: Hodgy Beats] The fortress is fortified (bitch) Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Dom Genesis
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Knock-knock, who's there? It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga you're a liar) Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady And where you gonna get those heebie jeebies? Nigga my dick stay wave as Eazy, I make it look easy 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy? (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy? I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?) Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?) I'm just tryna see some tits (What?) Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes Out this bitch like hokus pokus And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles And met up with bitches, 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 bitch I'm like "Where my dick doe?" Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole Encho and lada, I gotta lotta that Preme and I'm paying nada It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome Yo mama look like a ugly, loserTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
