Doo Whop

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Yo, uh Spokes, spinning gold, hundreds folding, hundred folds Rockin' golds, stuntin' in some swole hundreds like they wasn't dope Push that other though, summer zone, stuck on a stone Rubbing the rabbit's foot, fattened by that fish, fathom Full as fuck like a wholly and a phantom In its mammoth mouth, mix the fly fragrance with the Jasmine Feeling passionate, passing by pappy's in a Caddy frog Big-body Buick banging Dilla, dawg Lost in the thorns, almost cost him his arm Super scrolls off the block with the charm Blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn Cool, collected and calm, should have been done Long nights had you looking at dawns, could he be wrong? Lunar energy feeling like the moon and me was meant to be Left the day jealous like the sun doesn't visit him You kidding me, B? I'm where that chemistry peaks Between wind and water, rich off of calligraphy leaves Written like— [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Welcome to the Terrordome, gold herringbone flow Shell-toe Geronimo, domino bro' Magical, moment of zoning, dollar rate, scholar slate You can't tolerate with, what I consolidate You fucking with me, that's a myth that I just dominate The Death Star shade of black, barricade, bury your bus Fade your area with various thrusts The most dangerous, dangling diamond Foreign languages hang with us Bang with us, clap up your halo, sprinkle the angel dust Solid stone, polished chrome Saturday night special, I came to bless you Unless you wanna get into some gangster Do the math, I'm something Middle Eastern I'm a iron skillet with hot grease, popping pieces Rocking my sneakers on top of speakers, cop a feature And stop leaching, my dialog, dietary law Requires for you to just go and jump off the deep end [Verse 3: Killer Ben] My crisis: robbed twice, the stock market talking crisis I'm not a Pisces, I keep Aquarius advisors The nicest, burning the baggy tops off the cyphers No need to test the vest, there's no scales weighin' these mices Iron Flag fortune, brown bag, forty in fortunes Y'all niggas lunching, like roasted ducks posted in ovens I am flag money in the glad bag, stretched in ironclad Iron bag, mic-jack low, flashing the pistol, spazz Green, Cee-Lo, Elohim, cream emo I reload, throw cee-lo, hear, see no evil Cobain credo, elope the Pope, smoke his meatloaf Bury the weed toast, we under siege, bleed East Coast And shorty deep throat, be on her knees, green peacoat