Go (Gas) (Explicit) - Domo Genesis/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Juicy J/Tyler, The Creator Written by：Tyler Okonma/Dominique Cole/Jordan Houston/Cameron Thomaz/Tyler, The Creator F**kin' put on a wrong head pair of headphones and sh*t uh
Just took ten shots and I ain't passed out Passed out Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out Cash out If you smoking OG bring the grass out Grass out These n**gas filled up bring the gas out Gas out Talkin' 'bout some sh*t that you know you stole I have my f**kin' way with this game no remote control Control Drinking on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the f**k you supposed to win You don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still smoking Smoking Tryna drive but my eyes barely open Barely open See the cars see the watch see I done moved up Moved up In my condo smoking out watching True Blood Watching True Blood Tryna take Taco to the strip club Strip club Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh I'm right here guys Tryna take Domo to the w**d spot
True pothead so I need pot Go I'm so f**kin' loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches Tell 'em Go faded and I'm floatin' I hope your lungs is open All the b**ches tell 'em go Now I been around the world before But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this w**d before
But I never thought it'd feel this way And all the b**ches be like Yeah
Celebration shots got me really faded Kind of famous enough to laugh like I really made it Drunk enough to stir some controversy b**ch let's f**king tape it I feel amazing making digits off my f**king cadence Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower Five star general the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower Said I couldn't make it I show you n**gas to fight the power Igniting sour watching Chowder in my finest hour A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass N**gas still stuck in the past opening new scabs Me and Wiz matching bottles n**ga open two tabs Stumbling out with six models my n**ga order two cabs We ain't worried 'bout rivals them n**gas too trash F**k what n**gas think I'm the illest one in the new class And I don't give a f**k what n**gas ain't f**kin' with OFWG run with the team or suck a dick Go I'm so f**kin' loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches Tell 'em Go faded and I'm floatin' I hope your lungs is open All the b**ches tell 'em go Now I been around the world before But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this w**d before But I never thought it'd feel this way And all the b**ches be like Yeah
Guitars sound like some Kill Bill sh*t watch it
That's that church tambourine sh*t
My grandma used to play that
N**ga
Golf Wang
Turn up Yessir
I got old money I got new money Put 'em together I got huge money Bank teller call my phone she tell me I'm putting on Twenty years of success let's toast to the best Sip on some Ace then I pour out the rest F**k b**ches get ends Drink gin f**k their friends Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz I stay sipping codeine Blue dream I'm rolling up Looking for a b**ch with bank statements like Oprah Like Oprah These black diamonds racist Louis V no laces My plug on call coming straight up out the basement All I know is money it don't look like you One shot from the chopper make you look like two Go Go go go go go go go
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Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches Tell 'em Go faded and I'm floatin' I hope your lungs is open All the b**ches tell 'em go Now I been around the world before But I never thought it'd be this way
