Domo Genesis – Go (Gas) ft. Tyler, The Creator, Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa Lyrics

(Intro – Wiz Khalifa)
F**king put on around head a pair of headphones and s**t, uh

(Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa)
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 ni**as filled up, bring the gas out
Talking bout some s**t that you know you stole
I have my f**king way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the f**k 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

(Chorus – Tyler, the Creator, Wiz Khalifa)
Go, I’m so f**king loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the bi**hes
Tell em
Go, faded and I’m floating
I hope your lungs is open, all the bi**hes, 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 bi**hes be like, yeah

(Verse 2 – Domo Genesis)
Celebration shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bi**h let’s f**king tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my f**king cadence
S**k a d**k 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 ni**as to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
Ni**as still st**k in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles ni**a, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my ni**as order two pair
We ain’t worried bout rivals, them ni**as too trash
F**k what ni**as think, I’m the illest one in the new class
And I don’t give a f**k what ni**as ain’t f**king with
OFWG run with the team or s**k a d**k

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – Tyler, the Creator)
Guitars sound like some Kill Bill s**t, watch it
That’s that church tamborine sh*t
My grandma used to play that
Golf Wang

(Verse 3 – Juicy J)
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 bi**hes, 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 bi**h 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

(Outro – Tyler, the Creator)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go