[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP hot and horny Don't say like that You gon' me from the top? Listen out Harlem, man Shout out Rocky, man in the building, man What's good? Is potato salad? Yo,
1: Tyler the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for So I a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I playing games But got some lil' niggas who do it, so I pass the controller You get and X out, tri-angle your nose your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped My whip clean, and they all white, I cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs I got more space big jeans, y'all sleeping on me why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming niggas weak They thought I was and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop And fill em with Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'
2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck I cop pieces thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers all in the speakers In the field like baseball, ball Face when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock And no this a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I sneeze But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a with your name on the barrel If don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a it's a satchel Go to any nigga money up in my bracket Then I about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and Mumble I find it hard to find actual I it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's Word to Kodak's Lazaruth on the album skits
[Verse 3: the Creator] Ayo I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, And on my neck boy You would think I hate glass way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought? grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, nigga Bum niggas wish they could a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are
Tyler the Creator] K shiz, up nigga!