text: Let these niggas live, T
  Bitch ass niggas dont know me
  New sandwich with bologna
  I aint really yall niggas friends, none of yall mother fucks is my homie
  I bought a brand new tree
  Yall niggas dont know me
  A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, AK-47 hit a nigga in his teeth
  He be talking lotta shit but aint wanna be handlin the mother fuckin business that he need to
  If a nigga got a problem Imma hit a nigga in his fucking back when I see you
  Fuji Water, Fuji Water, Imma go and piss on my daughter
  You dont believe me? Imma maul her
  Real nigga on the track, bitch
  Come through with the sandwich
  Thats bread, lettuce, cheese, mustard, bread, crumble
  You know the Buick got the suicides
  Roll up on that Buick, nigga you gon die
  Youll never know who in-fucking-side
  I come through, commit a fucking suicide
  I got nine wives, nine lives, nine bags of chips, nine bitches, WE BOUT TO GO ON A FIELD TRIP
  Youre so excited for that field trip, admit it. We about to go on a field trip! How stoked are for that field trip?
  Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
  Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?
  Not me nigga cause I got the heat nigga
  If you got a mother fucking problem, nigga I will lay the mother fucking shit down
  Like lyrics on a beat nigga, get yo ass beat nigga!
  Talk shit to me? I dont like that!
  I put a fuckin bundle of fucking bananas in my fuckin ass
  Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
  Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?
  [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator
  My new bitch got a new line-up
  Rolex with the time up
  Dont believe Im the best, nigga?
  Playback, rewind-up!
  I give no fucks
  Do I give fucks?
  Eyo, Clancy! I give no fucks!
  These niggas got a problem on they hands
  It might be me, it might be me
  Oh just wait yall
  Ey, real nigga for real
  If you wanna be the one for me, you gon have to show me your mother fuckin hella skills
  Bro thats all me, forrilla
  Real nigga in the spot, I might come through with the Glock and kill ya
  We gon see till the night over
  What you lookin boy? Burnin
  Call me wavy, the way that Im cappin ya
  All black guns like Im going to war with Africa
  Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang
  Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
  Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?
  Pussy nigga think he talkin shit to me on Facebook and Twitter?
  Call me Mark McGwire, Imma hitter!
  Bitches know Im the bomb, Im mustard, you can call me Dijon