[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Fuck it two tears in a bucket Cause these fuckers could never touch us In the midst of the calm we bringin' ruckus Bitches nothing, end of discussion I will be double clutching, leave a chunk Looking slump, give a punk a fucking concussion Why you frontin' speakin' nothin' like a bad preacher Rollin' mad tree while you can't bend over your last reefer Catch me backseat, he know, declining your rap features Keep your beat and get your track ethered Nigga careful what you rappin' for I'm gunnin' at these rappers throats I'm spittin' raw, I'mma kill'em all But I be laughing, though Ashin' in a champagne glass Cause I be rashin' know I'm showing ass Shorty's gettin' gass at all the cash I blow Again I'm passing go laugh in a time of fashion This rapper shit is my passion No actin' I make it happen With baggage ???? Give you racks, 'bout to cash'em The stats, you can't imagine Spark it a flash passin'
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I am the coldest speaking You are a ho this decent Lookin' to hold and squeezin' I'm scheming on dome and peacin' Back to the olive garden Breaded like Paul McCartney Beatle, and every time you see him know the armor sparkly Nah, doggy barking potty mouth, it's probably cotton Closet full of army fatigue buckets and dirty Kostons Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it She fillin' out her curves and she can serve as an apprentice Rollin' blunts, rollin' sleeves when I dirty up the ditches And never servin' dick, the way she finishes her sentence Nigga, bet that rhetoric offensive Like I'm young and never timid This the Frigidaire freezer shit Feel a glare heating shit Golf Wang leader pit Burn trees, seeders pissed off, flip cross Put the three in six Tied his skin when the needle print O-F, never present tense, eat a dick, bitch