for me Lost in a whirlwind, quality up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding a giant I ain't lying I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant Damn, Doms, it don't even seem you trying Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a I know that niggas is my progression so uncommon The pressure I'm still applying until I the angels crying Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope head explode Cry it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is I did it for" Still banging, Wolf as if you niggas didn't know Still trife and Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
Doms, they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit I'm shaded with the few I usually blow cabbage with New patterns patty-caking mannequins Cause I don't like my fucking dip, bruh, they all Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe And I ain't got but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks Riding in the city and knocking out in the I swear these niggas is phony, smoking spliffs and that's Prior to arriving to the glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady Where you headed with that And can a nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook Ain't ya? Blunt fatter some butch ankles Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good Run until my foot achy, 'till my foot aching Full-grown terror type, do-rag my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a toucan 20 minutes, burn a fucking back to two grams But I'mma dip, I you must have had it with my rude ass