Bitches (feat. Domo Genesis & Hodgy Beats)

Bitch

It's the five-nine taper fade, sideline Laker game

High time, save a page, they already know the name

Dom's in this bitch, I mean it's real shit taking place

Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav

Let me take my scarf off, five, four, three, two, one, bitch

Hodgy 'bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire, camping, making s'mores

My flow be tramping like you whores, I'm suicidal, fuck the door

I'm and, if, but and or

Bitch, what the fuck is you talking 'bout if you ain't getting no money, huh?

Broke **** just talking loud, I swear you **** is funny, bruh

We what the fuck is up, 2012 clutch as fuck

Fast lifestyle, ****, slow me down, double cup

Old school Vizz-ans, rhymes ambidextrous

I switch hands five o' clock when your bitch lands by six

She will be quicksand, who better than the next ****, this man

Pockets swell up like a sick gland, killing your whole ambition

Bitch

My hat says high 'cause that's exactly how I feel, bitch

All I need is green grass and gold on my real bitch

Watch me get it, ****, I'ma sell it real quick

Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch

I'm young, fellow guy, peddle by repping MellowHigh

Girlfriend never settles, why? Too busy in the meadows high

Altadena, I'm fresh like I'm out the cleaners

Hardwood like an angry beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt

Get it?

A vandal you never handle, random rapper eating cannibal

She can't refuse, so I let her drink it like it's Danimals

Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews

I let her snooze and dream 'cause none of them wishes tangible

I'm balling like Benjamin, it's all about the Benjamins

That's why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them

Call a ho, then stall a ho, I'm also dope across the rope

Catch my fade, I bang grenades and beat your face till it's off your throat

Please shut the fuck up, let me put this shit to sleep

The shit he speak got him all antsy like it's Christmas week

Silly me, riding with several bitches with slim physiques

And I'm tryna see lights, cameras, action like Mr. Cheeks

Army fatigue, bake boxes for the league

No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for the fees

If packaged, she'll be petite, know how to roll up my weed

Her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need shit

They asking Domo, "Where you been?", They feel they got ditched

Just look for the influence I be under that bitch, and

It's a headlock when it come to that grip

You ain't never met a motherfucker done in that sick, bitch

I'm the best thing yet, I'm the next thing best

I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all these vets

That don't know how to let go, this game is filled with a bunch of grey hair dead souls

Promise '90 retro, ho

Hey, y'all, get out of he way 'cause I'm going AWOL

Bitch, lay off the gas that they giving your head tank, dog

Thinking that you better than me'll get you taked off

You either gotta win or go home, bitch, this the playoffs

More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack, no driver but it got doormats

Zero to sixty in like four flat, you know any **** that own that?

I ain't stunting, I'm a youngin', me and my ****, we be thugging

At our shows that we be bugging, groupie loving and we buzzing

So meet me in the trap, it's going down

MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown

Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition

We don't need y'all motherfuckers to stop and listen

Golf Wang, bitch