Rolling Papers Domo Genesis (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Hook: Tyler the Creator]
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch
Maharishi kicks and Bape Tee's I really do this
Snapping necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Smoking joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is
I never press, just relax, don't start choosing
Taking notes on how to win, fucking students
Left my main chick, now the new bitches I'm scooping
Stacey Dash type, I'm cheating and they clueless
I'm from the gang or the pack or the litter
Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister
Chances are she is an avid OF listener
And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us
To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor
Party all night, it's her dream to be with us
She'll tae kwon do anything that we mentioned
Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas