เนื้อเพลง Rella - Odd Future

[Intro:]
I f*cked this flow

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh sh*t
N*gga recollect b*tch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to f*ckin' estrogen
She let's me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans
Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent
Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic sh*t
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
B*tchs sh*t in my draws like you piss in my draws, n*gga my d*ck's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
F*ck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
N*gga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drugs for when the champ come

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Suicide watch n*gga, kill yourself
Opposition who? N*gga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creeping in this b*tch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's f*cking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some f*ckin' bread
Drugs are green, my b*tches white and tonight I need f*ckin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh sh*t, yo b*tch, look at how I'm doing you
B*tches on my d*ck but look at me I'm f*cking beautiful
N*ggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You n*ggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a n*gga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
The fortress is fortified (b*tch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
B*tch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Knock-knock, who's there?
It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my d*ck (What?)
I killed that p*ssy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print sh*t (N*gga, you're a liar)
N*gga don't believe me, kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies?
N*gga my d*ck stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?
(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no f*ckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm f*ckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that sh*t (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this b*tch like hocus pocus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with b*tches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my d*ck went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo
Now my d*ck's longer than a 5 door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your b*tch I'm like, "Where my d*ck go? "
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole
Encho and lada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just f*ckin' awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly, loser