Rella

[Hodgy Beats]

I f*cked this flow



This is my electronic press kit

Uh huh it's some fresh sh*t

N*gga recollect b*tch

Grow grey hairs, don't stress it

I text message, messages to f*ck in estrogen

She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans

Cause I never am purchasing

Reimbursing your currency

Put your body on the courtesy

To work the street, I hearse the streets

Heard she sweet, she hershey's sweet

But me I'm extravagant

Hop on the bandwagon kid

I'm about to tell you some tragic sh*t

The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw

B*tch's sh*t in my draws like you piss in my draws,

n*gga my dick's in her jaw

I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple

Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple

F*ck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle

N*gga, Genghis Khan mention, me and Marilyn Manson

Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons

African drugs for when the champ come



[Domo Genesis]

Suicide watch n*gga

Kill yourself

Opposition who?

N*gga reveal yourself

How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?

Splinter cell creepin' in this b*tch, you couldn't feel the stealth

Wolves are prowling, hunger at its f*cking best

I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest

Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some f*ckin' bread

Drugs are green, my b*tches white and tonight I need f*ckin' head

Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig

Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead

Oh sh*t yo b*tch, look at how I'm doing you

B*tches on my d*ck but look at me I'm f*cking beautiful

N*ggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews

is why this so cool?

You n*ggas are so unusual

Wolf Gang, point me to a n*gga I should prove it to

Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops



[Hodgy Beats]

The fortress is fortified (b*tch)

Money in my pockets like I'm forty-five

Hodgy Beats recording live

B*tch I be surely high

And I don't need wings to fly

I'm the air with the pigs

Left Brain, Domo Genesis



[Tyler, the Creator]

Knock, knock

Who's there?

It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick

I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife

Now I got real authentic cheetah print sh*t (n*gga you're a liar)

N*gga don't believe me, kiss your lady

And where you gonna get them heebie jeebies?

N*gga my d*ck stay wave as Eazy

I make it look easy

Fifty-one fifty, I'm off the heezy



(You ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?

5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?

I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain't got no f*ckin Yeezy?)



Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm f*ckin' Looney

See these girls talkin' all that sh*t (what?)

I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)

Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes

Out this b*tch like hokus pokus

And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles

And met up with b*tches, gave 'em cum on their dimples

Then my d*ck went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo

Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo

Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo

On PCP and cilantro, when I'm with your b*tch I'm like

Where my d*ck doe?

Now she think I'm bout to eat her hole

Encho and lada, I got a lot of that Preme and I'm paying nada

It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just f*ckin' awesome

Yo mama look like a ugly, loser