Timbs lyrics

[Intro - Hodgy Beats]
Golf Wang
MellowHigh, Dom Genesis
You already know who I'm is, b*tch
Hey, show these n*ggas what's up, son

[Verse 1 - Domo Genesis]
Bring it on, I'm young and I'm back at it
Exposing these whack cats as fast as a crack addict
This n*gga's a savage with nastiest bad habits
Class act, we don't even chat with these rap faggots
Sleepin' in a trap and drink 'til I'm mad ratchet
Breathin' in hashish 'til I feel asthmatic
Money, music, and fashion, tryin' to pull a hat-trick
Game lookin' dry and I apply like chapstick
Suck a fat di*k, haters, abolish
I hate to be honest, I even leave my haters astonished
And like a wallet, easy when I reach in my pocket
Y'all speakin' this nonsense
And we don't even need to see when you drop sh*t
We was in another country 'sleep when you dropped it
Or f*ckin' some foreign-ass freak when you dropped it
I'm busy tryin' to see SportsCenter, the top ten
You n*ggas is boxed in, you see that we locked in

[Verse 2 - Hodgy Beats]
Murderin', that's my hobby
Don't shoot, you sloppy
I'm clear like El Debarge with a drug charge
I'm Michael Phelps smokin' to keep my lungs open
Always talk with a trash-mouth
Talk while takin' the trash out
I'm deep in the game pus*y, n*gga you assed out
And I'mma f*ck her 'til she passed out in my glass house
I cause ruckus. The f*ck is that 'bout?
Who let the mu' f*ckin' cats out?
I'm in your neighborhood smokin' wood for the greater good
The greater good is on the greener side
You see where I'm, headed in that direction, a nice selection
Resurrection, after sex erection
If any n*gga think they sh*t premium
I'll bring Speedy Gonzales out for an evening run
Let you be my son
f*ck a number stay with the beeper son
And I got these Franklins to count, make sure Aretha come
Yeah