[Intro: Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Shouts out to Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk [Verse 1: Tyler the Big bandit is tossin' all his manners In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages Tossin' 'em in baskets with the of those sandwiches So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black she's been mimickin' a panda It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain I had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit Semen cheetah printed tee In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season Previous items in the With the normal ass past like I on my team me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang) [Verse 2: Beats] To some type of knowledge that is one perception But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin' I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my And out my Kool aid, [Verse 3: Left got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in Wolf Gang party at the I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell You know Left Brain a freak I need a to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask where the at Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get Domo where that Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter Still salute me or just shoot me Cause if you don't salute me then my will do the shooting Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me [Verse 4: G] What the fuck is Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones With and Christina Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the Three lettermans Ace has been making him No strays we catching matinees, huh? I'm getting blazed 'bout those days I had the top off the GT3 toupees One finger in the air, all's fair when crime My grand scheme of is to be attached To the game like bitches to their wedding And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining Like the Batman logo over Gotham, LA to Harlem If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em One man squadron, nigga I'm a Briggs I got bars and plans to Pimp these Polish into pop stars kills, we all suffer from insanity still And if I it then it is or it's gonna be real OF 'til I OD and I will, uh [Verse 5: Domo It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not Know your is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot Big wheel was a big with the water Glocks Now I'm all grown, sing songs to give 'em watts Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop Op Dom neck shit in your wish Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches On some slick shit, your on my hit list And I'm 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch Odd in your area Blood clots give me feet 'fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big carry ya got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up And fuck your team, ho wassup Gang so you know we not giving no fucks You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up Get me a Persian rug where the looks like Galaga [Verse 6: Frank Rent a car for a day Drive with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, on the ounce, that's a lot for a day But just for a week, my nigga what can I say I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I I'm straight I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought the grapes My brother it some time, Morris, and Day Course you know the as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you sample the feel Headphone bleed, make shit sound real Used to the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and psychics was liars Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own Humble old me had to flex for the Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and Bumping oldies off my phone Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's Gotta do it over and over and again but here I go 7: Jasper Dolphin] Hey it's Jasper, not a rapper Only on beat to make my racks grow faster Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from Still ignorant, hit a bitch Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit Catch me in the back Miley on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that bitch cat Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Gang [Verse 8: Earl Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips (Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick And me? I just spent a Ferrisin' And lost a little to show you what hysterics is Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of his own youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous Call him bloated 'til he show 'em the flow deluxe Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick the hole was numb The culprit of the potent Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen Shittin' his colon bust full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end Post mortem this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, of lips of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, the bass Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face Get at me with savages, have a pack of pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky So see me you can't like Crunchy catchin' a taxi like lateral passin' With that mothafuckin' gladiator of rappin' As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please [Verse 9: Tyler the OF, that's all I got From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure Clancy to skatey nigga Naks Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the block Storefront, tat Book cover is the same on lettermans and cotton socks And grip tape...and my Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut 5 years later, for our yea we own it I started an empire, I ain't even old To drink a fucking beer, I'm off this soda pop This is for the in the suburbs And the white kids nigger friends who say the n-word And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg say we ain't acting right Always try to turn our fucking color into black and But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches OFM, banging on FM Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Wang