text: They dont paint pictures, they just trace me
  Odd Future, Im your motherfucking sergeant
  Nigga, Im in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
  Cause I get it, no charge
  And BBC for the low price, no barging, nigga thats a bargain
  Cow-print t-shirt like motherfucking dog
  On the motherfucking farm with cockadoodle doodles
  Im making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
  And my dick must be dog food to these bitches poodles
  Felines on the free time, Im tossing bitches salads
  And Im eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
  We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
  Until she figured out that she dont really like to bang cock
  To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
  The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
  Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
  They dont paint pictures, they just trace me
  My nigga, no hook, and
  They dont, paint pictures
  My nigga, no hook, and
  They dont, paint pictures
  My nigga, no hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  My nigga, no hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  No hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  Fuck a hook, man
  They dont, paint pictures
  Fuck a hook
  They dont, paint pictures, they just, trace me
  Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
  Mainly because I am not a fucking HypeBeast
  I think Supreme suck, we nollie all our Nikes
  I can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White T
  Doo-rags to match, and I do sag, in fact
  My hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
  Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range
  And Im driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
  And Im the only fucking rapper without a chain
  With a four-finger ring like I cant spell my fucking name
  And I go to Obama rallies screaming out McCain
  Them ignorant, thrashing motherfuckers is my gang
  And the dirty Ladera, I cant forget where I came from
  Nigga, you dont claim none, from, I am the teacher
  White and black bitch like shes a motherfucking zebra
  Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
  My nigga, no hook, and
  They dont, paint pictures
  My nigga, no hook, and
  They dont, paint pictures
  My nigga, no hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  No hook, and
  They dont, paint pictures
  No hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  No hook
  They dont, paint pictures
  No hook
  They dont, paint pictures, they just, trace me
   The gold is in the back
   The pixels in the front
   The beats a fucking bully
   The lyrics just a punk, and
   The pink is in the sky
   The gold is in my mind
   The mind is in my gold
  The beat is turning old, so go 
   Synthesizer, Im the mothafucking master
   Nigga, Im a bastard, I fuck with chord keys
   Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drum is longer
   Than a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga, sound is elastic
   Nigga, you cant bite this, unless you want to bite back
   I didnt take my fucking Ritlin, this is a hype track
   HypeTrak, that synth, nigga this is sax shit
  I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch
  Gold
  Um...
  Uh...
  Drop it
  Ace the Creator
  O.F.M
  Banging on your FM
  Ace the Creator
  Drop the drums, nigga
  Thank you to HypeBeast