Rella lyrics

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
I f*cked this flow

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh sh*t
n*gga, recollect, b*tch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to f*ckin' 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 sh*t
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio, mixing raw
b*tches sh*t in my drawers, like you p*ss in my drawers
n*gga, my di*k'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
f*ck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
n*gga, 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, b*tch!

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Suicide, watch, n*gga, kill yourself
Opposition who? n*gga, reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creepin' in this b*tch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowlin', hunger at its f*cking 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 f*ckin' bread
Drugs are green, my b*tches white and tonight I need f*ckin' 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, sh*t, yo' b*tch, look at how I'm doing you
b*tches on my di*k, but look at me, I'm f*cking beautiful
n*ggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You n*ggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a n*gga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
The fortress is fortified (b*tch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
b*tch, I be surely high, and I don't need wings to fly
I'm in the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my di*k (What?)
I killed that pus*y, and grabbed that knife
Now, I got real authentic cheetah print sh*t (n*gga, you're a liar!)
n*gga, don't believe me (What?), kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebiejeebies? (Uh)
n*gga, my di*k stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, and you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?
(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no f*ckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm f*ckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that sh*t (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this b*tch, like, "Hocus pocus"
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some b*tches, gave 'em c*m on their dimples
Then, my di*k went limp, so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now, my di*k longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your b*tch I'm like, "Where my di*k 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 f*ckin' awesome
Yo' mama look like a ugly (f*ck you!) loser