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

[Verse 1: Tyler the
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got some lil' niggas who do it, so I pass the controller
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 shit barbers
'Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick
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 and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, 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 around in rockets Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
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 is like divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, ball
Face when polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this 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, I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmans in the
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it to find actual talent
I it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
Word to Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who cast the stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas wish they make a Garden Shed
But they on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You animal, you are corn

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!