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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Hodgy Beats
Hodgy Beats
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Cole
D. Cole
Songwriter
G. Long
G. Long
Composer
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Vyron Turner
Vyron Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Left Brain
Left Brain
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Sydney Bennett
Sydney Bennett
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I fucked this flow
[Verse 2]
This is my electronic press kit
Uh-huh, this some fresh shit
**** recollect, bitch
Grow grey hairs, don't stress it
[Verse 3]
I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then
She's sexier than my leather Vans
'Cause I never am purchasing
[Verse 4]
Reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the curb this week to work the street
Out here's the street
[Verse 5]
Heard she's sweet, she Hershey sweet
But me, I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon, kid
I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
[Verse 6]
The love is lost and the drugs, they cost
In the studio, mixing raw
Bitches shit in my draws like you piss in my draws
****, my dicks in her jaw
[Verse 7]
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes
Don't dabble with that apple
'Cause a swagger like mine
Turn them apples into Snapple
[Verse 8]
Fuck the pick of the raffle
King of the castle
****, Genghis Khan mansion
We the Marilyn Manson
[Verse 9]
Making money in the present
In a safe for my grandsons
African drugs for when the champ come
[Verse 10]
Bitch
[Verse 11]
Suicide watch, ****
Kill yourself
Opposition who?
****, reveal yourself
[Verse 12]
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourselves?
Splinter Cell creepin' in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
[Verse 13]
Please let me flex, I'm goin' off, I need some fuckin' bread
Drugs are green, my bitch is white and tonight I need fuckin' head
Excuse the swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death, then I guess we lookin' like the livin' dead
[Verse 14]
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doin' you
Bitches on my dick, but look at me, I'm fuckin' beautiful
**** tryna figure but all I hear in my interviews
Is why is this so cool? you **** are so unusual
[Verse 15]
Wolfgang, point me to a **** I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
[Verse 16]
The fortress is fortified
Money in my pockets like I'm 45
Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch, I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
I'm in the air with the pigs, left brain, Domo Genesis
[Verse 17]
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 shit
[Verse 18]
****, you're a liar
[Verse 19]
****, don't believe me, kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies
****, my dick stay way disease'y, I make it look easy
Fifty one fifty, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
[Verse 20]
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez
I'm fuckin' looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit
I'm just tryin' to see some tits
[Verse 21]
Let's get it poppin' like
MC Lyte around some dykes
I'm out this bitch like hocus pocus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
I met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
[Verse 22]
And then my dick went limp so
Took about three pills of Extenzo
Now my dick longer than a five door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your bitch I'm like, where my dick go?
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole
[Verse 23]
Enchilada, I got a lot of that prem' and I'm payin' nada
It seems that I'm product placement
But I'm not, I'm just fuckin' awesome
Yo, mama look like a ugly loser
Written by: D. Cole, G. Long, Tyler Okonma, Vyron Turner
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