Doms

[Intro: Domo (and Tyler)] (Shit sound like some, Al Green shit nigga Yo Doms, please, hit these niggas.) Wooooohoohoo. Shit Whew This is perfect This beat is fucking perfect (Yeah Nigga) Everything is perfect (Domo Motherfuckin Genesis) These Bapes Pants go perfect with these shoes (I want everybody in this motherfucker. Roll a blunt up right now) I do, I like this Babe Short/Shoe combination And I got a Caprisun in here. A bit of this cold Caprisun Kiwi Strawberry. (Dom, hit these niggas, man.) [Verse 1] I'm a mothafuckin' asshole, it's natural To act bashful in the presence of niggas with cash flow I spaz ho, laying somewhere close to where the grass grows Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo And that, kicking dust, my shit is ridiculous Quickly put my dick in sluts who nose tend to be sticking up Silly niggas, give it up, no person is sick enough The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some fucking head work Talk you into anything, with talking, I'm an expert Just talking to you niggas and it's sounding like my best work Best work? For now, yes, with every drop I'm better Better than the rest, these niggas apply pressure These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these niggas When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas And I'm still on my bullshit, loc'ing with a full clip That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "What's good, bitch?" Nah, really, what's trilly hood, bitch? Ham I may go, nigga extra mayo That's the Frigidaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow Show the fuck out, dunk on a nigga and just hang, yo I'm a boss nigga, fuck what it cost nigga You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss nigga Get lost nigga, out my vicinity Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy And these haters won't get my energy T the C, we did it, G And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs And yeah, whatever