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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
hot and horny
Don't say shit like
You gon' start me from the 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 for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we really with the beef closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
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 bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the like baseball, play ball
Face 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 want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's
That dude, when I die they make a statue
Bad attitude ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmans in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it hard to actual talent
I find it hard to a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap Lab's
Word to Kodak's Black's
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 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 cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You animal, you are corn

[Outro: the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!