[Intro: the Creator] Yo, now you gon' start me from the Listen out Harlem, man Shout out Rocky, man in the building, man What's good? Is that salad? Yo,
[Verse 1: the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself So I a high waist 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, tri-angle your your life 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 with thick water I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream My clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs I got more space big jeans, y'all 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 rockets like Yao Y'all niggas They I was goofy and all mouses Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'
2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes, I cop Couple thots with me and them is like divas Got my Vans on but look like sneakers a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices I don't Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet your name on the barrel If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel Go to any nigga money up in my bracket Then I about the state of rapping All the in the classes All the super seniors and ramblin' and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual I find it hard to find an challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the skits
[Verse 3: Tyler the Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the and the socks, stop And on my neck boy You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum Bum wish they could make a garden shed But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
[Outro: Tyler the K shiz, up nigga!