[Intro: Tyler the Yo, now you start me from the top? Listen out Harlem, man Shout out Rocky, man in the building, man What's Is that potato salad? Yo,
1: Tyler the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself So I keep a waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games But got some niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your Pause your life if you squares try to with my O's, whoa So cut the crap shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like gay fathers we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped My clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me Explain why they got dreams I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming Y'all niggas They thought I was and all mouses C my luggage 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, nigga we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'
2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes, I cop Couple thots with me and hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but look like sneakers Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices I don't rock Chanel, I rock And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue Bad attitude, ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any with money up in my bracket Then I think the state of rapping All the freshmens in the All the super seniors and ramblin' and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual I find it hard to an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the skits
[Verse 3: Tyler the Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my 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 they could make a garden shed But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
[Outro: the Creator] K shiz, up nigga!