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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
hot and horny
Don't say shit like
You gon' start me the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, we at, nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play
wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
And no this a purse, it's a satchel
at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you
Got a bullet with name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's catfood
dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmans in the
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and
Mumble
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap Lab's
Word to Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas wish they could a Garden Shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You animal, you are corn

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!