Odd Future, Hodgy, Domo Genesis, Tyler, The Creator - Rella lyrics

I fucked this flow

This is my electronic press kit
I hot as some fresh shit
Nigga, recollect, bitch, grow grey hairs
Don't stress it
I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her, then
She sexier than my leather Vans
'Cause I never am, purchasin'
Reimbursing your courtesy
Put your body on the curb 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 shit
The love is lost and the drugs
They cost, in the studio, mixing raw
Bitches shit in my drawers
Like you piss in my drawers
Nigga, 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
Fuck the pick of the raffle
King of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion
We the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present
It be safe for my grandsons
African drums for when the champ come, bitch!

Suicide, watch, nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga, reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and
Figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creepin' in this bitch
You couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowlin'
Hunger at it's fucking 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 fuckin' bread drugs are green
My bitches white and tonight
I need fuckin' 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, shit, yo' bitch
Look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick, but look at me
I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out
But all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You
Niggas are so unusual wolf Gang
Point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure
We just stand in the middle like hula hoops

The fortress is fortified (Bitch)
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

Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice
Meeting with my dick (What?)
I killed that pussy, and grabbed that knife
Now, I got real authentic cheetah print shit
(Nigga, you're a liar)
Nigga, don't believe me
(What?) , kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebiejeebies?
(Uh) nigga, my dick stay way disease-y
I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy
And you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
(5 albums, 100 songs
And you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon
You ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez
I'm fuckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tit's (What?)
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
And met up with some bitches
Gave 'em cum on their dimples
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 whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme
And I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product
Placement, but I'm not
I'm just fuckin' awesome
Yo' mama look like a ugly (Fuck you) loser