[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
My flow is crispy, hundred dollar bills
I tend to not care how niggas feel
Say what the fuck I want, bitch, I'm ill
Keep it real, I ain't feelin' you niggas I'm killin' you niggas
Mentally rich before I sign a deal on you niggas
I get it crackin', while you niggas all rappin' in whack fashion
I'm callin' nigga's numbers on action, that's Kat Stack-in'
Track hackin', cuttin' slack that can't happen
Any cat easin' up on the plan, ya man scratchin'
I ain't parlaying with these rap niggas
I'm in the spot, rollin' pot schemin' plots to get my racks bigger
Any feature, on sight, Doms attack, nigga
Takin' champagne to the brain like fuck a bad liver
Play your lane, I'll be speedin' down the runway
Nigga keep it raw like wrestling on Monday
Chest out, not giving a fuck to what a punk say
I know some hood niggas like Ross that's with the gunplay
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Action Bronson]
Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me 'cause I'm rich
Shit, we swerve ships, medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me 'cause I'm rich
There he at
Where he at?
There he at
Where he at?
In your city where them niggas carry gats (Uh)
Sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
Fuck around, leave your family on the daily news
My flow is crispy, hundred dollar bills
I tend to not care how niggas feel
Say what the fuck I want, bitch, I'm ill
Keep it real, I ain't feelin' you niggas I'm killin' you niggas
Mentally rich before I sign a deal on you niggas
I get it crackin', while you niggas all rappin' in whack fashion
I'm callin' nigga's numbers on action, that's Kat Stack-in'
Track hackin', cuttin' slack that can't happen
Any cat easin' up on the plan, ya man scratchin'
I ain't parlaying with these rap niggas
I'm in the spot, rollin' pot schemin' plots to get my racks bigger
Any feature, on sight, Doms attack, nigga
Takin' champagne to the brain like fuck a bad liver
Play your lane, I'll be speedin' down the runway
Nigga keep it raw like wrestling on Monday
Chest out, not giving a fuck to what a punk say
I know some hood niggas like Ross that's with the gunplay
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Action Bronson]
Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me 'cause I'm rich
Shit, we swerve ships, medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me 'cause I'm rich
There he at
Where he at?
There he at
Where he at?
In your city where them niggas carry gats (Uh)
Sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
Fuck around, leave your family on the daily news
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