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[with Domo Genesis] [Verse 1: Domo] Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me Absurd G, Chickens clucking for bird seeds But I gotta apologize, no grease like zerse leaves Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga here Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here Metaphor, chilling with better whores Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skelator What would I sell this for, this is free distribution Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis Salute me gaining into it and you can't get no membership, little bitch [Verse 2: Tyler] Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette Tyler the creator invented some new shit SongtexteAnd it probably from the Illuminati, nazi decent, so If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick When I'm chaining in your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents We're back like a black bitch's hairline, indent the Shit I represent is killing niggas and shit That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit I get it cracking like the lips of a nigger, actor Or a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and crackers Just to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man she's so attractive Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Jason's tractor Hop over, run backwards, with a nap sack of green Supreme hats Like I was sponsored up by the fucking Packers Shitting on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lip Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident Fresh jive, yeah I get it no charge Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is low carb, Wolf Gang [Jasper:] Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled out Niggas in the street scared, cause I got the burner in the head Aus Songtexte Mania