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Featuring Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis (Intro - Hodgy Beats) Fuckin' Trippin' I'm fuckin' trippin' Yep, Yep Aye, can you dim the lights? Smoke! (Verse 1: Hodgy Beats) Sippin' beer and whiskey getting frisky hopscotch Words mistaken this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks Went to a bar alone, in my lap the Glocks cocked Looking for a hot bop with a boyfriend that cock blocks (Faggot) No service in this bitch, Good thing I'm near a hot spot Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry I'm not top (Hahaha) You askin' me rhetoricals, knowing where all my morals go A stampede bitch you plant the seed, let the florals grow She give me oral throat, good behavior, being cordial Time is money hun, its twentys back into my portal Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts till sluggish, I'm fuckin' durable Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to fishy man He don't give a spam, With a kitchen clan, River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, Fittna' hit a ? And pend sixtey on Lionel Richey (Yep!) Letras de cancionesWe all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me (Yep) (Verse 2: Domo Genesis) Say pussy nigga what yo life like? Huh ‘Cuz mine’s hype, ah it’s thick shit on the lime light shit aside Twice wreck 5 mikes (bitch) You finna eat, Mac avoid you seen with 5 dykes Weed fly puffin, had to add to our gama live, right? The live wire spit a virus out like lime wire Bring it down so I could climb higher In this prime, my dudes apply fire Near the grip I’m throwing dust Like money my supply of plyers, runnin hot, bumpin to pop viral You niggas lookin hella pissin on em Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on em Wolfgang, dysfunctional family, Eddie Griffin on em Hard hats, moving shit, even got Diddy on em Uh, bitch I’m a monster Beat it, never leak in my seat, I skeet in the contra Set ‘cause I bet I’m gonna play a decent fonder There’ll never be another me but decease to my imposters So haters back that ass up like Juvenile Get a subu route, bout to this shit rest bucha style Niggas didn’t trip, gave me room and I’m a nuisance now Let’s bleed, I bring your meat cleaver to the stupid cows Hotheaded, need some heatseekers to shoot him down Eat the wood nigga, just product of what he knew around This young me, Tom’s getting what he fuckin needs Forever blessed lik bad allergies, you just a fuckin sneeze My dreams float, it ain’t no way that rap’s a fuckin breeze To grab my spit disgusted Got these ratchets on they fuckin knees Uh, you niggas save the bullshit, I’m a matador I’m here to swiss cheese overseas by the matter ho From Letras Mania