MellowHigh Larry Fisherman (Ft. Domo Genesis & Hodgy)

[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
[?] 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, its 20s 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 Fishyman
He don't give us spam, we the a kitchen clan
River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, finna' hit amoeba
And spent sixtey on Lionel Richie (Yep!)
We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me
Yep