#LouisvillesFinest ft. Why Mark, J DOMS & Miles T. Lyrics

I just pressed the gas ain't hitting on the breaks

Had to cut the grass I had to see the snakes

I was in the jungle hanging out with all the apes

I was fucking hoes while you was wearing capes

South end 35 we tryna get a lake

It ain't a give and go it's more a give and take

All my life I'm not the type to go and bend and break

Indica en route to Indi's on the interstate

I need a buzz not no Lightyear

Ho I'm tryna drink not no light beer

Ho like I'm Dom I'm in fifth gear

Ho with the mob I'm in fit gear ho

I'm the best that you can be

They can't stand me

Smoking in strawberry

Make it taste like candy

Tired of the house so I been whipping in the Camry

Yes I'm way too God for y'all to go and just Stan me

One damn check it sound like a scam to me

Bum ass bitch is not what I plan to be

I don't wanna rap on trap beats

But the bass it turn me to a hype beast

How you come into the game without yo cleats

I'm a boss up in the streets you don't compete

Smoke got in my eye so I cannot see the haters

Paranoia creeping in I tell em see ya later

Hop right in that Jag got some bad hoes in it

Flip the script and count the digits

We stay bout our business

Why DOMS LLC yeah

Better pay attention because we do not repeat

Back to back with classics how we dropping so discrete

Sleeping on them boys like you lay on Tempur-Pedic

Medic came in with the dosage

Only be smoking the potent

502 magnum opas

719 is the focus

I just put some beamers back to back

I feel like Meek and Drizzy

That bitch just got straight into my lap

She want me suck her titty

Swear this shit 100 plus just call that boy 150

Run and gun and fucking biddies

Swear the youngin' run the city

Rap shit just ain't nothing pretty

Thought they gave the crown to Jack

Tell if he can rhyme like this in time

Then he can have it back

All respect you know it is

The Ville I swear I know it's mine

I'm hitting flows like Cobra Kai

Being goats the only goal of mine

I got a lot of problems don't know how to solve em

My head it keep spinning around around

Like chamber revolvers

Don't call me a model

Don't call me a martyr

Ran outta smoke don't got the cheese drink out the bottle

Fuck that

Bars cold like ice pack

Ripping the weight off my back

Y'all had to wait that's my bad

Have to be honest I'm honored

Calling me Godless I conquer

But I saw monsters that's awful

When I was moshing at Yonkers