In Need of a Doctor

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] We trippy nigga, hella far out (trippy!) I'm on the track with Juicy J, bitch eat your heart out Haters like, "what's the fucking odds I pull the cards out?" Not a shooting star, but high enough to shoot the stars out Sipping on some syrup, and I'm feeling great Chilling with this girl, I'm finna penetrate Na she ain't mine, I ain't cuffing, I'm a renegade Skeeting in her face, hit the dougie, bitch I'm getting paid Doms in this ho, chilling on the ceiling Smoking my prescription, how you doing, how you feeling? It's not for the weak, strong drugs might kill em I'mma hop in the beach crispier than white linen And I'm faded like a washed black tee, mad tree If you need the loud sheep, ask me, I'm deep Influenced underneath, I'm good, no sleep Nowhere near me, up 30,000 feet bitch [Hook: Hodgy Beats] It's like I'm high in the airport And they know I'm faded No problems escalated Man, we ain't the ones to play with Juicy J 30,000 feet 30,000 feet 30,000 feet 30,000 feet Domo Genesis I'm coming down but I ain't touching the ground Flyest nigga around, G6 high in the clouds bitch Juicy J 30,000 feet 30,000 feet 30,000 feet 30,000 feet [Verse 2: Juicy J] Juicy J be high as hell, get that drink I might as well Find a bitch and sock the bitch And give her dick, but please don't tell Trippy hoes with trippy niggas Paper planes and plenty swishas Need something? I know them niggas ? gone, I know the nigga Shots, shots, everybody taking shots Smoking and I'm sipping, stumbling through the parking lot Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs Bad model bitch, I'm trying hit her where it hurts Medication proper, I got it from the doctor Tonight's a celebration, roll them blunts up like a ? Might die, might die, might die Walkies been around, Bombay straight Bitch I need another round [Hook] [Verse 3: Hodgy Beats] I tell my mans I'm on the way to the show Grab the bottles, call the models on the way, let's go Niggas leaning in the Lex, no need for a stretch Return typos when I receiving text I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for sex Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X YZ, I'm the nigga you might see In need of Visine, blood shed on the crime scene Colors for the summer fire works, which I observe Mary Jane is nymph, she gon die a perv Police may pull me over, cuz shit, I might serve I blow the smoke in they face, I got a lot of nerve My life is like a strobe light, you turn me off I pro light up the weed And pour some fucking drink that give me fix I need OFWG overseas, 30,000 feet [Outro] - Left Brain