Go (gas) Lyrics - Genesis - Domo Genesis

Fuckin' put on around head a pair of headphones and shit, uh 

Just took ten shots and I ain't passed out 

Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out 

If you smoking OG, bring the grass out 

These niggas filled up, bring the gas out 

Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole 

I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control 

Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol 

How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball 

Turnt up but still smoking 

Tryna drive but my eyes barely open 

See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up 

In my condo smoking out watching True Blood 

Tryna take Taco to the strip club 

Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!) 

Tryna take Domo to the weed spot 

True pothead so I need pot 

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Go, I'm so fuckin loaded 

Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches 

Tell em 

Go, faded and I'm floatin 

I hope your lungs is open, all the bitches, 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 weed before 

But I never thought it'd feel this way) 

And all the bitches be like, "Yeah" 

Photos 

Celebration shots got me really faded 

Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it 

Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it 

I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking 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 niggas to fight the power 

Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour 

A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass 

Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabs 

Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two tabs 

Stumbling out with six models, my niggas order two pair 

We ain't worried bout rivals, them niggas too trash 

Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class 

And I don't give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with 

OFWG run with the team or suck a dick 

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it 

That's that church tamborine shit 

My grandma used to play that 

Nigga 

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 

Fuck bitches, get ends 

Drink gin, fuck 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 bitch with bank statements 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