Domo Genesis - Vintage Doms lyrics
[Domo Genesis - Vintage Doms lyrics]
I'm feeling like the steal off the draft
I'm furious fast living a dash, I'm all gas
Fill the ceiling with cash
We ain't smoking unless you fill it with hash
I'm a hit it
Sit back and laugh at y'all gimicky trash
You ain't meant to be bad, boy
Short energy last both feet on the pad
112 and I'm finna speed past
But, it's looking like it's slow motion
Hype Williams tight vivid bitch
I'm so focused and so hopeless if you ain't
Rolling with the great chosen
Flowing in sync like Justin
Timberlake oh shit oh shit a nigga so sick
Ice the jumper right on time
They gon' have to call me Gold Wrist
Approach cleaner than soap dish
With a swag meaner than a broke bitch
Tryna get rich on green
Speaking game on some coach shit
Flag it if you try to intervene
Then it’s encroachment
Silly nigga, you ain't got it you late
If you ain't banging then stay
Out of the paint i'm running through you
You know you not in the way
If you ain't banging then stay
Out of the paint motherfucker
Hello
Hey hurry up and bring your bitch ass outside
Alright my nigga
I'm bout to pull up right now alright, fasho
I just did the most of what I got allowed
Ten phalanges down
I ride around my side of town
Since Bishop fell up off the roof
The juice I got it now
Can't sideline it how I'm balling
Niggas gotta foul they gotta hack it boy
You never catch me out of bounds
I'm tapped into this wavelength
Laying shit down like wave grease
Too savage for you niggas that cage me
Save the fake energy
I'm smoking on that sage tree for safety
Say count the digit's
I'm sliding home silent
No compromising the side that
I'm riding on silent
Hard body, my heart and my mind strong
Fuck alliance, get rich or die alone
In my veins ice cold
All net or I'm calling the bank
I still drill it with you all in the way
Sparking fear in the heart of the faint
If you ain't banging then get
Out of the paint
I'm furious fast living a dash, I'm all gas
Fill the ceiling with cash
We ain't smoking unless you fill it with hash
I'm a hit it
Sit back and laugh at y'all gimicky trash
You ain't meant to be bad, boy
Short energy last both feet on the pad
112 and I'm finna speed past
But, it's looking like it's slow motion
Hype Williams tight vivid bitch
I'm so focused and so hopeless if you ain't
Rolling with the great chosen
Flowing in sync like Justin
Timberlake oh shit oh shit a nigga so sick
Ice the jumper right on time
They gon' have to call me Gold Wrist
Approach cleaner than soap dish
With a swag meaner than a broke bitch
Tryna get rich on green
Speaking game on some coach shit
Flag it if you try to intervene
Then it’s encroachment
Silly nigga, you ain't got it you late
If you ain't banging then stay
Out of the paint i'm running through you
You know you not in the way
If you ain't banging then stay
Out of the paint motherfucker
Hello
Hey hurry up and bring your bitch ass outside
Alright my nigga
I'm bout to pull up right now alright, fasho
I just did the most of what I got allowed
Ten phalanges down
I ride around my side of town
Since Bishop fell up off the roof
The juice I got it now
Can't sideline it how I'm balling
Niggas gotta foul they gotta hack it boy
You never catch me out of bounds
I'm tapped into this wavelength
Laying shit down like wave grease
Too savage for you niggas that cage me
Save the fake energy
I'm smoking on that sage tree for safety
Say count the digit's
I'm sliding home silent
No compromising the side that
I'm riding on silent
Hard body, my heart and my mind strong
Fuck alliance, get rich or die alone
In my veins ice cold
All net or I'm calling the bank
I still drill it with you all in the way
Sparking fear in the heart of the faint
If you ain't banging then get
Out of the paint