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

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny thick water
I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
why they 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 around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like
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 ain't a purse, it's a satchel
at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it hard to find talent
I find it hard to find a 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 that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas they could make a Garden Shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer born
You animal, you are corn

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