[Verse 1: I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap Fuck your blog opinion and your My self-respect I that, in the lost and found Where the black get their weaves back I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk" In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking Bouncing round the trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, I my girls smart, skinny Kinda pop tart, when I bite them red I'm a self-racist, you should this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant I'm watching the Berrics head from someone's parent Blind hate inside my heart, guaranteed That I'm in the force with the cyclops staring I'm flying on a beaver, you're a So don't ask for no ride when you see us right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew Cause I jack off dish soap and smell gas fumes Permanent brain damage to tattoos The shit, you can mention me if ask you Kill the jungle let the loose You see me here if someone ask you
[Verse 2: Hodgy I want to her in every way Mary Jane keeps me high every day Bong, vaporizer, in the now Stuck in my high, of heights, I'm trapped Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt Roll it up and ensure everything's fat She got time to try and relieve ya But she'll get all in your head,
3: BranDun Deshay] I'm good but y'all don't want me vegetables I'm all in front of you zeroes like Let's take them like the decibels So we get them high, get them high like In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with That's fat, who needs another Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo I ain't really care what the rest say Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four Best I'm leaving with more of those And I got a girlfriend so I'm a lying until the verse end, FIN Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator Odd Future, O.F. until, until now until forever
[Alt. 3: Mike G] We grind, niggas asking for some promo We sit back, observe, stacking box logos Square circle jerks O.F. moshpit Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. No less profit, themed we drop shit Convertible coupe, bitches scream when tops split that crack, give you something to sell Put these on lock down, something like jail Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell And she ain't gay, but the only she like is fucking Chanel Light skinned women, all sex Think we can fit ten in, packed with everything Everything that we call flight, life This is everything that we call I'm that they call nice She in colors and shit, she off northern lights, right Intimidated by niggas you be I'm a G, and is something you can't see Top ranked, one my son And she looking for them trees, baby we got And stay focused on the women and you get done It's ironic cause I always hear you talking one other niggas smoke, they ain't this high How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly