MellowHigh

[Intro: Hodgy Beats] Fuckin' trippin' I'm fuckin' trippin' Yep, yep Ayy, can you dim the lights? Smoke! [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Sippin' beer and whiskey, gettin' frisky, hopscotch Words mistaken this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks Some car went to a bar alone, in my lap the Glock's cocked Lookin' for a hot bop with a boyfriend that cock blocks (Faggot) No service in this bitch, good thing I'm near a hotspot Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry I'm on 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, it's twenties back into my portal Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts 'til sluggish, I'm fuckin' durable Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to Fishyman He don't give us spam, we the kitchen clan River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man Finna' hit amoeba and spent sixty on Lionel Richie (Yep!) We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me Yep [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) See, pussy nigga, what's your life like? (Huh?) 'Cause mine's hype, eyes fixed on the limelight Should've signed twice, wrecked five mics (Bitch) Finna eat like an orgy scene with five dykes Weed flight, puffin', have to ask "Dog, I'm alive, right?" A live wire, spit a virus out like Limewire Break it down so I can climb higher In his prime, watch him supply fire Get a grip, I'm going nuts like Money Mike, supply pliers Ridin' high up in the Pied Piper Nigga, look at how I’m pissin' on 'em Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on 'em Wolf Gang, dysfunctional family, Eddie Griffin on 'em "High" hats, moving shit, even got Diddy on 'em Uh, bitch, I'm a monster Beat it, never leakin' my seed, I skeet in the contra- Cept', 'cause I bet I wouldn't play a decent father There'll never be another me, bring seats to my imposters So haters back that ass up like Juvenile (Uh) Get her Suboo while 'bout to do this shit Rasputin style Niggas didn't trip, gave room and I’m a nuisance now What's beef? I’ll bring a meat cleaver to you stupid cows Hot headed, need some heat-seakers to shoot 'em down Inglewood nigga, just a product what he grew around It’s young me, Dom's gettin' what he fuckin' needs Forever blessed, like bad allergies, you just a fuckin' sneeze My dreams floated in the wind and grabbed some fuckin' breeze The crap I spit disgusting, so these ratchets on they fuckin' knees (Urgh) You niggas save the bullshit, I’m a matador I’m gettin' swiss cheese overseas by the Matterhorn