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

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play
Face wall polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die gotta make a statue
Bad attitude ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and
Mumble
I find it hard to find talent
I find it hard to find a actual
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Black's Lazaruth
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 the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are

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