Rella (feat. Hodgy, Domo Genesis & Tyler, The Creator)

I fucked this flow

This is my electronic press kit, 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 purchasing, reimbursing your currency

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 extravagent

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

Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, 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 drugs for when the champ come

Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself

Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself

How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?

Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth

Wolves are prowling, 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 your 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 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, kiss your lady

And boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?

Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy

51-50, I'm off the Heezy, 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 tits (What?)

Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes

Out this bitch like hokus pokus

And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles

And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples

Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo

Now my dick's longer than a 5 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 hole

Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada

It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome

Yo mama look like a ugly, loser