Go (Gas) - Domo Genesis&Wiz Khalifa&Juicy J&Tyler

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