Go (Gas)
Domo Genesis"Go (Gas)" is a song by Domo Genesis, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:36 long and contains 90 lines and 619 words.
Lyrics
0:07F**kin' put on a wrong head pair of headphones and sh*t uh
0:12Just took ten shots and I ain't passed out
0:15Passed out
0:16Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
0:18Cash out
0:19If you smoking OG bring the grass out
0:21Grass out
0:21These n**gas filled up bring the gas out
0:24Gas out
0:25Talkin' 'bout some sh*t that you know you stole
0:27I have my f**kin' way with this game no remote control
0:30Control
0:30Drinking on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
0:33How the f**k you supposed to win
0:35You don't know how to ball
0:37Turnt up but still smoking
0:39Smoking
0:39Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
0:41Barely open
0:42See the cars see the watch see I done moved up
0:45Moved up
0:45In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
0:47Watching True Blood
0:49Tryna take Taco to the strip club
0:51Strip club
0:51Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh I'm right here guys
0:55Tryna take Domo to the w**d spot
0:58True pothead so I need pot
1:00Go I'm so f**kin' loaded
1:03Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches
1:05Tell 'em
1:06Go faded and I'm floatin'
1:09I hope your lungs is open
1:10All the b**ches tell 'em go
1:12Now I been around the world before
1:14But I never thought it'd be this way
1:17And I smoked up all this w**d before
1:20But I never thought it'd feel this way
1:22And all the b**ches be like Yeah
1:25Celebration shots got me really faded
1:27Kind of famous enough to laugh like I really made it
1:30Drunk enough to stir some controversy b**ch let's f**king tape it
1:33I feel amazing making digits off my f**king cadence
1:36Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
1:39Five star general the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
1:42Said I couldn't make it
1:43I show you n**gas to fight the power
1:45Igniting sour watching Chowder in my finest hour
1:48A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
1:51N**gas still stuck in the past opening new scabs
1:54Me and Wiz matching bottles n**ga open two tabs
1:57Stumbling out with six models my n**ga order two cabs
2:00We ain't worried 'bout rivals them n**gas too trash
2:03F**k what n**gas think I'm the illest one in the new class
2:06And I don't give a f**k what n**gas ain't f**kin' with
2:09OFWG run with the team or suck a dick
2:12Go I'm so f**kin' loaded
2:15Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches
2:17Tell 'em
2:18Go faded and I'm floatin'
2:21I hope your lungs is open
2:22All the b**ches tell 'em go
2:24Now I been around the world before
2:26But I never thought it'd be this way
2:29And I smoked up all this w**d before
2:32But I never thought it'd feel this way
2:35And all the b**ches be like Yeah
2:39Guitars sound like some Kill Bill sh*t watch it
2:48That's that church tambourine sh*t
2:50My grandma used to play that
2:54N**ga
2:57Golf Wang
2:58Turn up Yessir
3:00I got old money I got new money
3:01Put 'em together I got huge money
3:03Bank teller call my phone she tell me I'm putting on
3:06Twenty years of success let's toast to the best
3:09Sip on some Ace then I pour out the rest
3:11F**k b**ches get ends
3:13Drink gin f**k their friends
3:15Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
3:18I stay sipping codeine
3:19Blue dream I'm rolling up
3:21Looking for a b**ch with bank statements like Oprah
3:24Like Oprah
3:24These black diamonds racist Louis V no laces
3:27My plug on call coming straight up out the basement
3:30All I know is money it don't look like you
3:33One shot from the chopper make you look like two
3:36Go Go go go go go go go
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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