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

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play
wall when polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel
Bless at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like catfood
That dude, when I die they make a statue
Bad this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin'
Mumble
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it to find a actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's
Calldrops on the skits

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

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!