[Intro: Tyler the Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? out Harlem, man Shout out Rocky, man in the building, man What's good? Is that potato Yo,
[Verse 1: Tyler the give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller You get and X out, tri-angle your nose 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 closeted gay fathers we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water 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 than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit 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 like Yao Ming Y'all niggas They thought I was and all mouses Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, Where we? Rocky, GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'
2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes, I cop thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face when polices come I don't Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a (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 clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta a statue Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga money up in my bracket I think about the state of rapping All the in the classes All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble I find it to find actual talent I find it hard to an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the album
[Verse 3: the Creator] Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my boy You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top And I'm picking up guitar, nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden But they sleeping on me man like their arm is I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
[Outro: Tyler the K shiz, up nigga!