[Intro: the Creator & A$AP Rocky] hot and horny Don't say like that You gon' start me from the Listen out Harlem, man Shout out Rocky, man in the building, man What's Is that potato salad? Yo,
[Verse 1: the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for So I keep a waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, So cut the crap shit barbers 'Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me Explain why got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun the big beam Married to the money, my green No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas They thought I was goofy and all Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'
[Verse 2: Rocky] Fuck I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them is like divas Got my Vans on but look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the all in the speakers In the like baseball, play ball Face wall polices come I rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a Bless at you, nah I sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you Got a bullet your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a Bad this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any with money up in my bracket I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the All the super mumblin' and ramblin' and rappin' Mumble I it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate Rap Lab's to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album
[Verse 3: Tyler the Ayo I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the nigga, full suit with 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 grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum Bum wish they could make a Garden Shed But they on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer born You ain't animal, you are
[Outro: Tyler the K shiz, up nigga!