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I could put you on a wave I just put you on a wave Youre pretty as the ocean Im coming with the gang So you need to get out our way The ladies love it when I sing The niggas love my abilities When I make the fire on the beats Im about to make a mil a week When I hit em with the melodies I dont care what you tellin me Tryna stay away from felonies, oh Girl, Im Martin Luther, Martin Luther King Life is hard, Im Kamasutra-ing Im runnin through the pain that the youth has been Inflicted with, its just ridiculous that you would kill a kid for some Yeezys Grab your shoes and give his mom a visit at the funeral, you lookin fly as hell Is that really how were living? Check it Got a vivid dream of some different K. Dot is comin out of me, the poetry you know its been a minute Forefathers put the tax on our real fathers I dont feel represented, I should be up in the Senate Swear I feel like Martin Luther, baby, we need Adam Foss prosecutor so they wont Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand my niggas to the prisons Forgiveness over your permission Just because I didnt break it Ima fix it And Im with my dawgs, Im finna sic ‘em Teachers said I need a lesson So I go and start my own school And its a mystery to you, you get it? Misdemeanors comin true it aint the question But it aint a problem, they gon catch you Thats the mind state of the youth including me We need some new professors Were you goin fast son? Yes, sir It was that autopilot on the Tesla Heart palpitating so my chest hurts Probably see it through my sweatshirt, yellin Mama, mama, Im a mess-up Sorry, mama, Im a mess-up Paint the pedal just so I could go impress em Almost got us on the stretcher And Im sorry mama, know you taught me better You know, you know you taught me better Father, I dont need a lecture Man, I know the street is rougher for the texture And Im saying Sorry, mama, Im a mess-up Sorry, mama, Im the mess-up I just use these 808s to do confessions Im double cursing and Im flexing Vile person, Man I feel like I’m in prison This isnt me, its my reflection My purities need protection from the insecurities of a section of my soul I just put you on a wave I just put you on a wave Dont follow me into the ocean You will never be the same I just put you on a wave I just put you on a wave Dont follow me into the ocean You will never be the same

Hello, Im a salesman sorta giant I sell Molly and Mary and other various items One time, one guy came to where Im residing And I didnt invite him, so instead, tried to fight him I got violent, long story short: hes not breathing For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting Couldnt stop the addiction, and the irony is A couple junkies went missing and I know right where theyre hiding Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Task force poured into my fortress Found some lipstick, a couple corpses Bitches was harmed and they couldnt reach the alarm Im ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms, and They found a couple portraits on the porch Hope they dont check up under the floor Its bodies and hotties, and we was raging, Im gauging a shawty Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty Im a bull, red, piss me off Like that lipstick position when she kissed me So I bit em off, they was too soft, Im a Wolf And a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather, and wool And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods Baking cake cause its good, I mean, I would if I could But I like playing dress-up and mix-match Sorry, Ima fess up: You arent getting your kids back Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Whats in my trunk? White, girl Whats in my trunk? White, girl You need a warrant, officer You could say I kill em if my product doesnt Couple basement stairs where I drug em down Its pretty disgusting Finger-crush your face, Ill leave you permanently blushing, blood Nosebleed drugs Cook you in the oven, yeah Drums

Aw, nigga thought he killed me? Alright, thats cool, well see Strict top of the crop shit Crushin muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit Dollar cents since shit, sense I aint lost it Its in a fuckin jar with guitar picks and bar spit Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dads dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that Im back, bitch Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses Take a firm standin, nine on the tracklist Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic Niggas gettin comfy on the couch, I aint havin it Kickin gluteus maximus, killin niggas on accident Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, off em! Off em, no off days, no debates, bitch Box logo switchblade, and cocaine In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick Rippin out braids with bare hands amazes The crowd go crazy, hands raised, Im laced with Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit Hells angel, crack Christ cross the face With erasers and use Based God as his replacement Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, Imma kill em all Just watch, off em! Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamelas Amateur threesome with Hannah Montanas manager And Miley feedin me sandwiches for my stamina And Santas in the back laughin cause my backs crampin up Mrs. Claus trippin balls, think she had enough And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us Flyer than your man because Im lampin up At the airport smokin hash with all the fuckin baggage handlers Flowin like the mothafuckin aqueducts Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick

I dont fucking like this shit, fuck Ah! Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than Tigger Only blue print on these Vans like I dont listen to Jigger Cotton-picking nigger, Golf Wang season sicker than the block Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal em Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and lets pretend Like Im not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesnt suck Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor Pink haired Mrs., Im her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Cleans sister Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask Plotting on the babysitter before dinner And hopefully I get her, if I dont, fuck it then See I never simp son, polar opposite of Smithers, Im done bitch Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot The moon now working and the stars align I stay golden, yall thought I was out my mind Yeah Ah man Ah man Yeah I had a decline in the buzz Not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge And ask Bob bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthony We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem Im like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief Respect to whoevers minor appearances cause mass hysteria But Im still incomparable, Im like the face of America Im the ambassador from a land made of gold Im a fucking centerfold, Im something to behold I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road Im results of putting persistent pressure on coals, Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot The moon now working and the stars align I stay golden, yall thought I was out my mind Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Yeah Its a dog eat dog world, dont get bit bruh A son of a bitch I am, yup, Im a sick pup Yeah I am, slut Im also half ass a racist who hates niggas, yep, Im a mixed mutt Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case Golf is the bed sheets TrashWang sticker on that Chima Fergolfson Im real with the box, and I murder with the pen Its Bimmer Boys, boy; never swerving in the Benz Im listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon? Its Loiter Squad nigga... Fucking Loiter Squad... Yeah Yo, Wolf, nigga What? Why are you running? Sams after you Sams after who? You! For what? What the fuck? He found out that you and Salem been hanging out, he said he gonna kill you Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me? You got a booger in your nose What the, wait, slow down, wait, slow down, what the fuck you mean he gonna kill me? I dont know, he just said he gonna kill you Not if I get to him fir-

Swag me the fuck out This nigga talking bout I fucking suck Well, I wrote a fucking verse Bitch Ahem Chillin in class with a bag full of grass Lookin for a white chick to smoke up and choke up I even got that white sniff come over here and take a whiff Now you ready to get raped and ate by Mr. Haley Litter Life is the gang, its that shit that we bang Lets play an Odd game, its called Bitch, You Better Run When those Odd Wolves come out And chew you up bitch like bubblegum, ha-tch, ha-tch Jaspers off climbin trees with that nazist you see Never met a nigga like me because Im an Oddsby Opposite of them Cosby kids Got that Virginia Tech swag, shoot up your school and laugh, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Wolf Gang! Swag me out, bitch Uh, Left Brain, Wolf Gang Swag me the fuck out fore you get punched in your fuckin mouth Ima take your bitch back to my crib You already know , my dick is gon be in ribs Yeah, and I like barbecue Fuckin with me, Im fuckin with you, yup! Ugh, Wolf Gang, thats the fuckin clique If you got a problem, bitch, hop on this dick Yeah, nigga, I dont want you here So, get the fuck out fore shoot you like a deer Yeah, swag me out, swag me out I dont give a fuck, swag me out Oh, ho, where the fuckin hoes? Hoes, hoes, where the fuckin hoes? Hoes, hoes, where the fuckin hoes? Where the hoes? You faggots yap about tokin kush While I deal with drug dealers and they killed a whole bush George inside the storage if you wanna take a look But keep your motherfucking daughters mouth shushed, boy Lookin for them white sluts who good at suckin cat Wolf dick black as nigga riders from the fat Black bitches Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All Dont Give a Fuck Loiter Squad, you know where the fuck we at! Earl and Berman swervin in the Jeep Me and Travis in the back squirtin Jergens on the feet What is that? Not a penis, what the fuck is extra meat? I dont know, ask Asia Two Nazi dykes shittin in a synagogue Cause that bitch lick balls from Western to Crenshaw And her grandma suck dick down in Rimpau And she masturbate with Vaselines and a Ken doll Swag, swag, swag, swag Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Wolf Gang! Swag me out, bitch We cool like the breeze at the fucking beach They told me write a flow, I wrote a fucking speech Odd Future Wolf Gang rolls fucking deep Taylor Swift come around, we go fuck in deep Shes our slut for weeks, and she wash our sheets Brush our teeth, but dont make our beats Tyler got the waffles, Devon cover bacon 2DopeBoyz got the beef, we serve filet mignon steak and Sour Dies got me touching the moon Rolling up blunts the size of a fucking cocoon Wolves roll together like some family raccoons Telling you to eat a ass like a fucking baboon Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Wolf Gang! Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, swag me out, Jasper, get them faggots out Snortin coke, got the Pope yelling, Who let the rabbits out? Kissing whores and kissing bunnies, put this horse dick in your tummy I am on this track because that nigga Taco isnt funny Me and Jesus in the Humvee, Ace and Mary gettin comfy Jeffrey Dahmers in the bushes with R. Kelly tryna fuck me Steve Harvey, Kenan Thompsons plottin how to jump me Well fuck, Steve Harvey, and fuck that vase Fucking Waterham Hodgys ass eat skills help eat all the Jam Damn, Im like marmalam, marmalade Yo, motherfuck em if they haters, bet Ill rain on your parade Im that ignorant motherfucker that took your daughter on a date Dare her to answer the phone if you call her cause shes late Black kid on the corner sellin drugs, go figure Syd tha Kyd, what the fuck we doing? Fuck you, listening to this Wolf Gang reserve, driving with your bitch Spaz on Jasper Dont give a fuck stealing your fucking purse All I do is live verse, yeah, nigga Swag me the fuck out, Loiter Squad, Bacon Boys Nigga, we take your girl, rape her in the back of the fucking Jeep With Rob squirting feet With Jergens, nigga, Ultra Healing Yeah, thats swerving in the Jeep, while Im rolling up the tree Litter Life, dont give a fuck, thats why we fucking up the trees Wolf bandit and land it, you niggas cant stand it Chop a bitchs head off and get a pleasant nut off, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Swag me out, bitch Wolf Gang! Swag me out, bitch

The sun beamin Yall ready? Ayo Its T, baby I dont think youre ready Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo I must say, Im glad you found your way here Yo Cookie crumbs in the Rolls , jet-fuel-scented vest Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best The passport lookin thick, the afro need a pick My skin soak up the sun, aint shakin hands with you bums Bunny Hoppa, the new car doors, they lift open The lake water, dry off at the French Open I rub it in these niggas faces likе thick lotion That big B is in motion, uh Coral peach cobbler, dude, spit likе a llama do Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do New le FLEUR season, summertime look like private school Keep it low, dont want that shit to blow like Osama shoe Im a true connoisseur, hotel concierge Know me as that spaced-out nigga with the chunky ears UFC, that shit swole up, thats VVS, keep Vic safe Thats a mansion on that USB, its T Yeah I hope you niggas been spendin your time wisely Call me if you get lost, baby As you can tell, we have This shit for the sunseekers Got the bikes on the tarmac Welcome to the disco Hittin wheelies and shit Call me if you get lost Perfume on the skin, ha Hahaha Call me if you lost See, while yall was in the house We was takin Rolls Royces to go see alligators DJ Drama, man Travelin the world Passport stamped up Its Tyler Baudelaire, nigga

Yall better watch out Cause big troubles on the mic now I knock all of your lights out With my verse, yall be cursed, explodin like some fireworks Bow! Thats it? Blitz Comet show this fool how we do Blitz Comet on the scene You step to me and youre gonna get creamed Corn all up in your teeth, you reek Youre the opposite of chic ya freak Your rhymes are like antiques, nobody wants em They throw em all away Rhymin from the get go like your brain is on delay Matter of fact, yo, you better get a checkup Go ask your doctor, why you be so ugly from the neck up? Excuse me A hug can be the most wonderful thing Two arms wrapped around you like a mothers wing But were so selfish when we are blue Doesnt a hug deserve a hug too? Thank you Yo B-Tron, turn it up Yeah, Crew Crews comin at ya Say it twice, dont forget it, yall better catch up To where were at Youre behind the times, cant compete with our dope rhymes So you better say your goodbyes We got Francois, Blitz Comet, B-Tron the Jersey kid on the beats You know we rocks it, Demolition, the dopest girl on the mic And Alpha Dog, I bark the truth, my verses be all nice and tight So now you know who we are Crew Crew is the crew shining brighter than a Quasar But youre bizarre Yes you sir, are a loser So cover up that freakish dome and head back home and take your poems Hey Mordecry, or I mean Mordecai Didnt mean to diss you, please dont run away and hide Saw you sobbin at that movie A Very Happy Bride Here, Ill pass you a tissue, try and have some male pride Cause the ladies dont like your sensitive side Like Margaret, for example, but I guess thats implied She wont get with you, she just wont get with you Not gonna get with you, Never gonna get with you What is this place, this magical field Its wide and its open, nothings concealed Its scenic and peaceful for us to enjoy Why, this is the park! Good show, old boy! A place of great beauty for plenty to use It inspires us all, so go spread the news To man, woman, child, or begging cowboy This is the park! Good show, old boy! The key to this place puts a smile on your face It is the people that it does employ Why, this is the park! Good show, old boy! Mordecai Rigby Friends dont let down other friends You guys are losers Your attitude is unappealing, some would say quite rude Your shoes are...colorful Come on tough guy, why are you tongue-tied Watch out everybody, looks like grandpas bout to cry Weathering a righteous storm, the rainiest of days Friends stick together through thick and thin, always Were sorry Pops, we were acting like fools We hope you can forgive us for being complete tools Your poems arent lame, theyre really works of art If were gonna win this battle, we gotta do it from the heart Lets do this! Beauty is in the center of all that you see Simple, yet complex and fully textured And beauty be a part of all that you be For you are the best rhymers that Ive ever heard! Why you talkin bout beauty man Dont understand what thats got to do with you, fool You guys are like spoiled hams in a can Super bland, expiration dates overdue The canning of meat is quite a sweet treat So thanks for comparing us so Your words are inspiring, ideas so concrete You really put on quite a show! Okay, hold up, you wanna talk words and verbs? But your face is distracting, so ugly it bugs me Take care of that mess and sweep it under the rug please So trust me, youre only taking matters from bad to worse Only solution is to turn around and reverse A gift to us, new perspective on things Life looking different from where you stand true So much to discover, so spread your wings And take flight for a birds-eye view Okay, this be gettin serious You guys are delirious, are you hearin this? Talkin bout positive things, but you aint got no game And its plain to see, your strange to me, cause we be Shining like diamonds, yall be petty cash Nice mustache, conquistadors be wanting it back In fact, what are you? A rat, a squirrel, some kind of fat meerkat who thinks hes rad And look at that, your bird friends dropping words absurd again Useless bits of rhymes that expose the nerd in him You think Alpha Dog is gonna lay down and let you win? Head be all inflated, I guess, just like a giant blimp Its been some time since I felt this way Challenged by such worthy opponents Your rhyme-scheme is good, but youre missing a few components You may say things that hurt, or some that will sting But for you, its all just posturing Look inside and be true to some real feelings And the world will be yours, Im assuring So I thank you, good sirs, for this great contest Its certainly been lots of fun But theres nothing you can say to put me to rest So really, Ive already won

Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin... Whats the point of bein rich when you wake up alone? Whats the point of goin home when it aint nobody there? Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer With that tall pale boy that I met last year Grape, thats what I call him, love, thats what I fall in Fell in, I aint like sports growing up, but now Im ballin I guess Im a late bloomer Ayo, look, high tide bottoms cause the neck on lunar Them GOLF le FLEUR unos cause, we dont do Puma, nah 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds You aint gotta like him and you aint gotta respect him For playin chess with these niggas That think that theyre bench pressin Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin shit? Young Teezy, it aint easy, feelin wheezy in this bitch New slaves got yall niggas feelin breezy on the ship Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh? Haha! My shit leaked two weeks before that release date First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3! And I cant even get a song to play on the radio But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha P told me not to trip I am in my Ziploc, nigga Feel like I got the best album out, uh I know I got the best album out, preach Let me, let me hear that

Fuck you niggas talkin to me about? See, see, as a kid, I felt alienated by the niggas who looked just like me Niggas treated my nuance like it, like it was a nuisance So, so I was like, I was like, Fuck em Fuck em, I did my own shit, and now Im up and now all that paid off And all them niggas, they peaked in high school I always had confidence, I aint never been nervous, I aint never had anxiety, I aint never second-guessed myself If I want it, I go get it Im always on go mode, I just go I dont know what fear is When they talk about, That nigga, Im him, Im him, Im that nigga Its funny, right? For some reason, yall didnt really think we was gon be here See, for yall, the sky is the limit For us, the sky is just what we stand on to reach the beyond High above the clouds, as you see us Catch up, niggas Bitch, Im runnin up the check like I got racks on And Im runnin up that shit cause I got racks on me Bitch, Im runnin Bitch, Im runnin We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up I just might spend it all I might just spend it all Here today, but gone tomorrow I just might spend it all I just might spend it all I might just spend it all Here today, but gone tomorrow I just might spend it all I just might spend it all I might just spend it all Here today, but gone tomorrow I just might spend it all He off the dope We off it, we off the boat Crosshairs til he off, we tee off like G-olf We , we see off the scope So I , grin Bunnyhop been zoomed in Ever since I hit two tens Of the faces with the blue skin With the green background, dont know how to act now But I need unagi on my bluefin Fiends moonwalk when I come Deaf hoes speak when Im here The dead hit sprints when I hum Why you actin so dumb? Bitch, you know I got the fuzz Im live from the 310 Green Goblin, it bend tires No lots, they send photos, I send wires Gumballs cool me down, Im on fire Cant fuck with him Rap Helped us see clear when the lightin was dim, dim We Aint nothin to you, but we somethin to them, them When you in your room and you starin at the ceilin Dreamin, I want you to know its no ceilings I want you to notice that feelin I want you to leap and go for it I want you to reach with no fearing Throat clearing, scream it, let em hear it Run that shit up, baby We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up Here today but gone tomorrow I just might spend it all I just might spend it all I might just spend it all We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up Im runnin like a politician Im runnin like the water on the dirty dishes Im runnin like the roaches in the kitchen Im runnin like the damn transmission Im runnin like Im not tryna catch a whippin I told you, nah, I told you We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it, we gon run it We gon run it up We gon run it up We gon run it up

Ugh, yeah, how you doing today? Ugh Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Ace the Creator, man, look Casey Veggies, uh-huh Odd Future, look Look Hello, the hype is so mellow Bitch, Im dope, but my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes, and its pink on the title Nigga, fuck your role model, bitch, Im my own idol, and If you cant face it, my nigga, you can ass it My accessorized accessories bring out my assets Nigga, this sound on acid tablets Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses I suffer from ADHD I should win a fucking award for being me Beat banging, the tom-toms My produce selection is fresh, nigga, fuck Vons Ace the underdog, throw them on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step One: Pull your panties down and start to piss off Step Two: Run to your radio, turn this shit off Nigga didnt bother, so my father didnt help So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me with Gucci belts Gucci imprint from leather welts Uh-huh, yeah Ace the Creator, man, ugh Casey Veggies, yo Uh-huh, Odd Future, nigga Get used to, ugh Let me— Ayy, Ima slow it down right quick for you Look Im so dapper, man, funky-fresh, Dapper Dan Im your favorite rapper, fan, its an honor to shake my hand On award tour, on excursions Im a virgin of swap meets, Im so pure, so sick, its no cure Im dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the T-shirt is Supreme Ugh! And they see me, they play Pictionary I got a good way with words like a dictionary And in that dictionary, my name is by Fresh They at the same spot, they making no progress Becoming a good rapper aint that easy of a process Eargasms, they have them The hotels we staying in twelve-star Tyler said, Yo, Casey, just write a twelve-bar If Im with twelve people, Im with twelve stars You haters put up your guards They against us? Oh, no Red and white diamonds, Supreme, box logo

Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body Get em Whoa, what do we have here? People want to know how we could be that weird How many hoes want to clean Macs beard? I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My bitch suck, she a vacuum Fuck her in the ass every time Im in a bad mood Aint got a choice, no, she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while Im listening to Papoose No respect, cause you wear a v-neck I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on a GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby Bitch, why you so damn snobby? Your ass flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner, now its time to pay me back with some head Or Ima have my little sister beat the back of your head Im a grade-A douchebag, Im a dickhead Asshole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the Bimmer, I started parking up Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But Im a bitch-ass nigga so I say Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body Get em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get em! Girl, shake that body T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy Making sure you niggas dont win like referees Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee, Herman, Im a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, bitch, fuck Thurnis Um, Im at IHOP to eat with Tyler Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah But please, dont tell Nick We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick fucked Gaga If Madonna on the Kabbalah Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas I dont need Prada to show you Im rich Pulling out the llama like, Show me your tits Keep crying cause I still aint over my bitch Oh well, itll be okay

I dont want you thinking I love you cause I stay Girl, I really like you and happy we got laid I think about your windows like four times in a day Im a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved Kissing, kissing, Im on a mission of licking The holy grail of your body, when you be pissin This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa You hoping Im joking, but first Ima eat your pussy til you tell me you cant take it Screaming Stop it, dont you fake it, wanna tape it Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face But that wont happen til I blow my load Ima eat your pussy til you tell me you cant take it Screaming Stop it, dont you fake it, wanna tape it Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face But that wont happen til I blow my load Your pussy tighter than door hinges, I munch you like sandwiches But not any more cause Im on tour, so Look: FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick I go hard, shit, I might need ice pack on my wrist We fucking, Im pumping, you know its coming Bust in a couple of seconds, Im sweating I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt naked Suck it out of me, I leave you with nuttin, get it? This is what you wanted, this is what you came for Ima eat your pussy til you tell me you cant take it Screaming Stop it, dont you fake it, wanna tape it Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face But that wont happen til I blow my load Theres something bout the way you pick your cherries With your cherry Make me feel like 4th of July Cherry You light my fireworks Theres something bout the way you pick your cherries With your cherry bomb That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film F- Be caller eight to win tickets to the triple feature at the Moon Theatres tonight Three back to back to back movies at the Moon Theatres tonight Be the eighth caller, only on Golf Radio G-O-L-F, G-O-L-F, its Golf Radio

One-two, one-two Im on But you want me home Id get you what you want But you want me alone You held me up when I was down and out But I dont want you waitin round for me I dont want you waitin too long I dont want you waitin too long She hold me down like gravity, we on the front page of them blogs Would you be mad at me if the whole world knew the shit we was on? It would be tragedy, my niggas be globe-trottin like travel teams You always in my travel dreams Lace up to Three Stripes and Im gone but you just want me home Shorty hit my jack like, What the fuck you doin? Bitch, Im all alone You gon press me now? Is you gon stress me out and cuss me out? I had my fair share of women, feelings dont catch me now Im on But you want me home Id get you what you want But you want me alone You held me up when I was down and out But I dont want you waitin round for me I dont want you waitin too long Its not that Im over you, not over, girl But I got things to do Its too much to be your boyfriend, too much And you aint making this much easier If I only knew this When I used to be your best friend You see me blowin up Im on But you want me home Id get you what you want But you want me alone You held me up when I was down and out But I dont want you waitin round for me I dont want you waitin too long Yeah, see, Im a star, look at me from afar Hard to be down to Earth, when you nestin on Mars You comet on how I move, too much space to assume But Ima tell you the truth, shit Now when Im gone, and I roam round the globe for three months Thats too long without somethin thats sweet So I phone, little treats, thats a snack, not a feast They dont mean much to me Cause I know that I have a bakery back at home Am I wrong for— Im on But you want me home Id get you what you want But you want me alone You held me up when I was down and out But I dont want you waitin round for me I dont want you waitin too long I dont want you waitin too long You held me up when I was down and out But I dont want you waitin round for me I dont want you waitin too long I dont want you waitin too long

If this was a game I already know that I would come out winning And Im not bragging, Ima be in her But this bitch really think that Im bout to buy her dinner My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender But I dont give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler Shes cute, but her foreheads big Got stretch marks like she got four kids Her legs cant close like the four-doorhinge Bronco That O.J. killed the white whores with A wealthy white girl without the facelift Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet Leave the bitch breathless What the bitch dont know is that Im a mothafuckin sellout and a rapist Baby, youre an angel How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? You already know youre dead Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course I stuff you in the trunk, drunk Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow And snort Blow If this was a game I would be considered a motherfucking legend And I aint trying to gas you like Chevron But Im high as fuck, bitch, you really need to get on my leverage Now, were in the cabin, in the middle of Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck So now, its time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit Youre very attractive And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus Cause Im an evil bastard Pictures of you on my wall No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered Met you at my school, departed at my house Ended at your panties, started at your blouse Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch If you wanted a date, dont come Now, you gotta make it easy for you, dont run You call this shit kids? Well, I call these kids cum And you call this shit rape, but I think that rapes fun Wait, now its about eight-something Its late, and you stuck down in my base-one Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string Yeah, bitch, this dates done Baby, youre an angel How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? You already know youre dead Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course I stuff you in the trunk, drunk Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow And snort Blow Baby, youre an angel How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? You already know youre dead Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course I stuff you in the trunk, drunk Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow And snort Blow I like my girls how I like my drugs: White Lord, youre so pretty Lying in my arms I just got one request: Stop breathing

Sometimes, I sit in my room and think about us Its Golf Radio, youre on the air with Shane Powers Taking requests... Uh, What’s uh, pick that one... Whats uh... Whats your name? Hello? Um, okay, well, since you want to be Mr. Fucking-Secret-Agent, what song you wanna hear? The one about me

Mom, get em, shut yo ass up Dedicated to the haters, the non-believers, and the disgruntled Oh, no, I dont want you to leave I want you to stay right here and watch Tyler rise to the top It feels better that way Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go yet, plеase just stay Please dont go yеt, please just stay Please dont go yet, please just stay Please dont go yet When I rise to the top Im tellin you right now Im tellin you right now Oh, Ill show you something When I rise to the top Im tellin you right now As crazy as I sound Oh, Ill show you something Thats it Niggas want they merit Missing cash flow, so they want some credit Ah-ha nigga, you should be embarrassed You aint the only nigga that be in Paris This shit dead, no need for paramedics You aint where you at in your head, shit is apparent You aint head nigga round here, you aint the sheriff You aint seeing shit how it is, get him some carrots Let me say this shit right here so niggas hear it Everything involved in your life is fuckin pathetic Tyler got the talent, Tyler got the vision Tyler that nigga, so really you cant compare us Why you fill with terror whenever you in my presence? Is it cause we look just alike and niggas said it? I will never lose any sleep, Ill never sweat it And Ill always be ahead of you, nigga, dont you forget it When I rise to the top Im tellin you right now Im tellin you right now Oh, Ill show you something If I rise to the top Tellin you right now As crazy as I sound Ill show you something With the rockets in my mind, yeah I could touch the sky, I dont see any ceilings And if I fall, theres always tomorrow Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me show you punk motherfuckers what eye know See, I know, Im the guy that took a chance like Chicago So I wind, I can do this shit with my eyes closed Cant tell the difference like Michaels vitiligo, yeah There he go again They tried to boycott him, but he didnt dim He started from the bottom and they want the fall-off Like he skipped autumn and spring some more wins Look, you tell me I cant, I tell you I can You tell me I cant, I do it again Reversin the job, like blowin a fan No matter which way you look at it Understand, its plugged in You tell me its nine lives, Im pushin it up, ten You tell me to do five, Im pushin a buck ten I might just cut off the brakes and aim for the sidelines For you nothin-ass niggas and screamin out Fuck him, fuck them When I rise to the top Im tellin you right now Im tellin you right now Oh, Ill show you something When I rise to the top Im tellin you right now As crazy as I sound Oh, Ill show you something So, so, so, so Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go, please just stay Please dont go yet, please just stay Please dont go yet, please just stay Please dont go yet, please just stay Please dont go yet

You wanna hear the new song we just did? Its not finished but... yeah I wanna go I wanna go Baby, lets go To my treehome Treehome Special So lets go Lets go oh-oh Oh, lets go I wanna go Mmm Treehome Bridge! Colorful you are Yeah, that wont stop Youre my favorite crayon in the box Lets think outside the lines Come to my treehouse, yeah let’s escape Then let me go, headfirst in your lake From what I heard, its great Its great Theres a party Tuesday is good news day Woo! Not usually a full tray Yeah Can you pack your PJs? Theres a party Come into my treehome Boy, you must be special Im special, baby No one ever comes here Yeah Tuesday is good news day Not usually a food tray Boy, you must be special Come into my treehome Boy, you must be Lets just escape Lets go to my treehouse baby Special Lets just escape You and me Oh, hes special Lets just escape Will you come into my treehouse?

Part 1 - VCR I dont want to play you I just want to tape you undressing And Ill lay you down and record soft porn If its romance then its hardcore If its horror, pop the popcorn The thoughts to rape you really turns me on Press my buttons baby Just to press buttons Press my buttons baby Yeah Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch Youre my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch Die-hard fans cant stop with the tapings Sort of like a psycho when I cant stop with the rapings Of the VHS, especially during sex, baby Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Yeah Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch Ready to watch? Imma slip it in the tape deck But put it in slow-mo, I dont want to bust the tape yet, press play Now this is what I call an evening A live show, almost equivalent to the screening Your dream movie? Im the clearest copy Now time for Blow, Im Johnny deep with the rarest poppy Snort a little, now youre getting groovy Cause Ill kill you if I find out youre watching some other movies, bitch Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press, please Stop! Part 2 - Wheels Danielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel Well that didnt go well, let us try to make it swell Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um We can kick it on the couch, blunt you can roll it up But Im on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest I skated all day, I just need some rest and your breasts Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um We can count the stars on the hood of your fathers car Hes a buster anyway, I can take him any day Look into your eyes I realize that I like you so much That was corny, now Im horny, can I have a kiss? Kiss Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um We both teenagers with the same mind state How about some ice cream and some South Park for this first date? Your cat is waiting for that raw fish, I cant wait Get it? Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um

I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we can eat Make you nauseous, but be cautious, this is not Dawsons Creek We could sneak away, fuck it, you can bring an eighth Im not gon smoke, but Im just asking baby; сould you meet me by the lake? Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake Bathing suit, its going down, shit just meet me by the lake We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake? Summer never has to end with me Im give it to her, she wants that summer time Im give it like no other cause she knows Im hers Damn right shes mine, we both know it So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin in her purse Damn right its me, Im her nigga, nigga Come for mines in summer time, Ima bust that trigger, nigga Catch us Venice beachin, she wanna go shopping Sun down after club cause she like to get it popping Sangria on my freedmind, cause she likes to get it popping No ecstasy for her, but she wanna get it popping Drop topping, I measure her pleasure Then drop in, when she get out of place I quantinize She is my concubine, I am her porcupine I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like Im on her mind I know her analyzation, so when she try to fake Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we could eat Make you nauseous, but be cautious, this is not Dawsons Creek We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth Im not gon smoke, but Im just asking baby; сould you meet me by the lake? Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake Bathing suit, its going down, shit just meet me by the lake We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake? Summer never has to end with me I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket And brought some extra towels if anyone was asking We should take a dip in that lake quick and then split Then do something thats beyond what we both can imagine Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, grab a drink Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, look in the sky Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, we never have to leave Watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset Were here, all night, school is in session Look, you know, the waters pretty deep, lets go to sleep

So I dream in color I found Eve sleeping with another Take my hand, but dont pull me under Cause if I fall for you, its gon be trouble And if I fall for you, theres gon be trouble Girl Im wondering, Im just wondering Is it just me or would you Do the same thing to another kid? Girl, I understand if a heart is never broken Where the hell the fun in it? Got my shooters with me when I run in it Would you relax, girl? We just taking pics You know I run with the intelligence Man I swear the city hate the melanin Just how I hate the weapons that they sellin em And I dont care what they tellin now I be sonning jokers, I got hella kids Fucking with the clique and you a skeleton Put a case around my heart, Pelican Got a couple secrets I dont tell my friends Started walking slow and then I fell again Like why, all these knives started falling from the sky? Man, I’m doubting I’ll survive Why you trying to turn me into your guy? Baby, Im just tryna catch your vibe Cause if I fall for you, its gon be trouble And if I fall for you, theres gon be trouble Girl Im wondering, Im just wondering Is it just me or would you do The same thing to another kid? Girl, I understand if a heart is never broken Where the hell the fun in it? Got my shooters with me when I run in it Would you relax, girl? We just taking pics So you know I hated our relationship And girl you know I run with the intelligence Swear the city hate the watermelon and the melanin Girl, your heart is open so I fell in it Ima follow the rules then rebel again As soon as I can get a whiff of freedom All these girls you know I never need em Huh, know you think Im so conceited My innocence will never be defeated Huh, lately Im running from demons Been having trouble since I was a fetus My heart is tatted with the scripture, my chest is hurting Girl, Im just a bishop, had a problem listening the father figures Now Im on a wave, hope that God is with us But Ive calmed, calmed down Not as vicious, Im just glad I got a kitchen pot to piss in If I didnt, that would mean I blew my riches Screw these other girls, girl I know Im trippin Girl, you know Im trippin on you I think you picked the wrong dude All eyes on me, slippin, fall through it all You dont know what Im going through The saddest shit is so true, thats why my soul is so blue Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man And from his rib, an angel born as Eve Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man And from his rib, an angel born as Eve Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Falling down, we falling down, we falling down Falling down, we falling down, we falling down He doesnt know where he is, hes so confused He wont wake up He cant remember Damn I forgot He doesnt remember So where is she? Yeah, I can Ive been sleeping Right here Your wake up calls coming

Lets just run away from here Working out on Earth, my dear What you really want, girl My heart stops pumping blood when I see you But I try to play it cool because Girl, youre so special To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me... Lets move to California, right now I have wings on my back, so we dont Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes Boy, I know youre not, I can tell youre terrified Oh, nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldnt care When you rub my hands switching fifth gear Forget about it baby, lets not waste our afternoon Cause were gonna go fly to the moon Yeah, but anyway Leave your crew, bring your coat, cause it’s cold Girl, youre so special To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me To me, to me Dont you wanna go, girl Lets go, lets go, right now I think I believe you Its nice that I need to The earth is so rough Im not calling your bluff What, what, what I think I believe you, take me higher Lets make our way over to the Okaga cave Today , there we will stay, Play it cool now, X-Y-Z how? Welcome me in, then well begin Suckin on my ears, fingers rubbing through your hair Fast wind, slow wind, fuck yeah, we behaving bad, uh Probably couldnt tell but I be blushing when you with me When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my Jimmy Oh, Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars From my fake space fog machine Laying on my arm, its dead From the pressure of your head I said I loved you, said it back Like it was scripted, but you meant it Like the flavor of that lemonade That we was sipping on our sushi-ridden dinner date Oh, you think you special now? Other bitches trippin now Cause were fleeing to the moon Fuck Earth, man we sick of yall Wings on my backs and we aint gotta cop a ticket, nah, nah, nah Oh yeah Oh yeah, lets go to the moon! Oh yeah, lets go to the moon! Oh yeah Oh yeah, lets go to the moon! Oh yeah, lets go to the moon! Lets go to the moon! Oh yeah Come on, baby What you wanna do? Take me away Fuck what they say To another place Another day We in outer space Well waste our days Sade, Sade, Sade, Sade Oh, right now Yes! Lets go to the moon Alright alright let me do it, hold up, shhh Its about to start

Uh, Jesus, heheh Nigga this is my cup Drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck So I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought Im often lost in Put me next to awesome Still cant tell the difference Just like Asians with their eyes shut Butt fuck a couple Rots In the Wendys parking lot Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling Cock-a-doodle Eatin toaster strudel At a nude beach in Rome In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles My bitch is bad Mixed with a thicky ass Get my dicky rocky This will end up in a sticky blast Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now Im kicking ass Lifes a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class I rather be happy than fucking forty So fuck the teachers lecture Im having Sydney record me For the 2Dope– Oh well Lets get XXL to write us a fucking story Its sitting right in my lap, I see it Scribbled across the lines, I read it Im the fucking poet who knows it You know it, you bogus Comprehend the language You scared of war? Im all anxious We got the Angus if you want beef Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now have that burger, eat it fast nigga Fucking aw, get you some Obviously intended pun Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done Custom made, one of one Sold out Roxy performance Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches Started back in fucking London Cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces Moshing pits to breaking arms Zombie Circus not a carn– Evil wolves is on the farm And were all evil harmed Any sheep creep Quiet tendered sleep Make a peep Fucking body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking greek God Bastard was the shit, explains why it never leaked I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak Oh, thats the black talking in me Let me down a couple cups of bleach Its sitting right in my lap, I see it Scribbled across the lines, I read it Im the fucking poet who knows it You know it, you bogus Comprehend the language You scared of war? Im all anxious We got the Angus if you want beef Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga Now have that burger, eat it fast nigga Free Earl, thats the fucking shit And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered clits From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight niggas That like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas Alright Enough with this shit, lets talk business Acquire more currency, disregard bitches Go to Shakes house and play Goblin in his kitchen Then force him and his mom to listen to track six, then If he doesnt like it Ill just slice his fucking dick and Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is Take a bunch of pictures, and Post em on my Twitter, then Go to Jimmy Fallon, like Faggot, when we perfomin? Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin On the stage In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over History repeats itself, Im a O.F. soldier

I really made this song just so I could perform it I dont even know what it mean It means something Aw, nah, boy dont cut that wood Found out your flowers dont smell that good? But if they smell real good to him Then he dont need nobody else nose to win Look, I am a God Nobody prays to the sight of you All yall niggas wear camouflage Im in a field wearing pink and blue I wear pink, they can see me Nigga, you dont create, you just repeat Nigga, you dont got drive, you just beep beep Beep beep, talk shit from the backseat Come and light my fire Ill blow your fucking face off Nigga, Im the goddamn pilot And I decide when we gon take off, lets get it Tie the knot Kick the chair Float in the air Its cherry bomb You motherfuckers want war? Then come get it You motherfuckers dont really want it You motherfuckers want war and I want more Nigga, fuck you and everything that you come for You motherfuckers wanna blow? Pow, pow-pow, pow-pow Then lets take em to the gun store I dont got enough time, fuck your Rolex, nigga Dont compare him to mine, cause I dont know that nigga Come and light my fire Ill blow your fucking face off Nigga, Im the goddamn pilot And I decide when we gon take off, lets get it Tie the knot Kick the chair Float in the air Its cherry bomb You motherfuckers want war? Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb Fuck that, light this, that cherry— Firecracker and Im ready to blow Dont fire me up, I lose control Firecracker and Im ready to blow Dont fire me up, I lose control Firecracker and Im ready to blow Dont fire me up, I lose control Firecracker and Im ready to blow Dont fire me up, I lose control Firecracker and Im ready to blow Dont fire me up, I lose control Dont fire me up, I lose control Im ready to blow, dont fire me up Dont fire me up, I lose control Firecracker, firecracker, firecracker Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah GOLF 191, Okaga! Playing only classic hits!

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent, the measures is drastic Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket The funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple words at it Didnt know her but Im confirming that she sure gurgled dick The Odd nigga with a spoon in your Danimals As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes Harder than granite, hoes know Im coming With the grand force of Van Dammes fist in a damn cannon, so Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow The aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, no Wave high to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill em all, O.F. is what I represent Say hi to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill em all, O.F. is what I represent Took the van, went snatch her Oh, you wanna snap and scratch? Snap your fucking jabber Wocky, shes a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up Like, Fag, I got class and cant take this bitch to math, what Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled With snacks for after class for the whole class to snack up? Yeah, right, get over here faster Cause Earls a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper Earl, goddammit, Im still in my damn pajamas Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump And if I pick her up, Im humping and Im fucking with no lubricant Im using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she? This bitch is underage But Ill have her face off tied and Nicholas caged But anyway, give me cash fag, cause Im low on gas Aww fuck it, about to jack off, go catch a fucking cab No Im not lying when I say that brothers all I have But if youre not dying dont fucking bother to call me back Im sleep... Say hi to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill em all, O.F. is what I represent Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Odd Future here to steer you to what the fucks cool Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Odd Future here to steer you to what the fucks cool Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool I dont give a fuck, like a senior citizen Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from Sister with the biggest bumbaclot girls Im around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh Pay him some attention, hes smart and hes genius He aint touching me like Martin Sheens penis Yall niggas aint clean as my team is mean as Hitting amputees in the knees-es, Jesus Please, just peep the Crystal Method where I take a fucking beat, strip it nah-ked then I wreck it Its no question, Sweatshirts OF And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead, bitch Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats And Jades a fucking acrobat, Ill flip her on a mattress Last straw, fuck that, Im what broke the camels back Say you want that dope shit, welcome to Satans cabbage patch, bitch Told you he can rap, dumb mothafucka

So, do you party? Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit with me and my niggas in the fucking mall, Odd Future Wolf Gang Niggas at the fucking mall, niggas, where my fucking drawers? Think Im happy? Think Im sad? Bitch, you fucking know my dad He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick Yous a fag, you like that shit, OF is the fucking clique Im going off the top of the brain Nigga, dont know how to rap, but Im in the game Fuck that shit, Iont give a fuck Im back up in the fucking club, niggas know Im at the mall Eating chips with my drawers, how you doin? How you fall? Swag, swag, swag, swag Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Eat my ass, lick my balls Bitch, Im in the fucking mall, with my niggas, eating ham Bitch, I got that fucking swag, you dont know my fucking dad I dont know my fucking dad, what is this? A fucking purse? I aint fucking Mexican, but we can have sex again With your sister, with no rubber What the fuck? Thats your fucking brother? I aint with that jerkin shit Unless, its Steve Harveys buff sister trying to jerk my dick Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave All: Swag, swag, swag Taco: Swag, SWAG, SWAG, SWAG Tyler, the Creator: Oh no, oh no, oh no Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag Im with your girlfriend, eating chips Mmm, stop the beat, bitch Uh, oh, oh, shit, fuck, mmm, mmm Wait, stop the beat Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mall With my niggas, busting triggers, yee, swag Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Swag, swag, swag, swag Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Tina, perm your fucking weave Bitches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets Bitches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets Bitches, weaves, hoes, swag

Destination: remote We done been everywhere Only thing we aint traveled Is time The boy record smell like bleach I can travel where I want Im accustomed clearin customs It aint custom, I dont come Flee the bird to the truck I scream, Au revoir, to the stewardess Border control asking stupid shit Stayin at home, I hate Runaway love, but Im no Ludacris Sippin on mint tea, take my shoes off Then we take off, then I snooze off Until I land where Im foreign Then I wake up, wipe the drool off Got my passport in my weekend Ima cool off, get a sweet tan Loafers filled with beach sand Recline til its time to peace sign Fuck all the chains and the cars, get a passport See the world, open your eyes til your back hurt Niggas get bread and wont leave, shit is backwards Start with your feet, then a car, then an airport Get out your bubble gum Blow up horizons, sun Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week Take my nephews out to Nice, they like Who? Im like, Oui, ha We on a safari Legendary World-renowned Globally recognized Catch us if you can Are you keepin up? Once in a lifetime This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide Speakin matter-of-factly Were just light years ahead Yeah Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin What coupe he in? Depends on the fit and the type of mood he in I been switchin gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutch, then he stroke outta nowhere like a droopy grin Huh, took that Grammy home, couldnt lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trimmed Hov talkin bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, its Baudelaire or Wolfie, though The felines named him hour for how long he eat the— wait a minute Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty Ill keep it a buck fifty, yall cant really fuck with me Bitch, I got the fuzz and Ima own it til they bury him Only twenty-nine, but Ive been focused since thirty M Wolf Call me if you get lost And like that , we gone

Ayy, y’all aint never been to a party before? I don’t know what to say But I couldnt let you get away I was admiring your pretty face Come to my house you can get away I got a pool A tennis court if you wanna play A couple ramps if you wanna skate Wings on my back if you wanna fly away Come into my palace, girl Everything you’ve ever wanted Come into my palace, girl Even if you don’t wanna stay It’s okay Come into my palace Come into my palace, girl Yeah, you havin’ a good time tonight y’all? I said, we havin’ a good time tonight y’all? We havent had a party like this in a while Yeah it’s that new Internet right here It’s called “Palace,” aight? Groove, now let’s rock I don’t know what to say But I know I had to get a taste Pretty girl, it’s a pretty day Come to my house, you can get away I got a view A little weed if you wanna blaze Couple games if you wanna play Wings on my back if you wanna fly away Come into my palace, girl Everything you’ve ever wanted Come into my palace, girl Even if you don’t wanna stay It’s okay Come into my palace Come into my palace, girl Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yall havin’ a good time tonight y’all? Hahaha, yeah, yo Can I get a “hell yeah?” Can I get a “hell yeah?” Can I get a “fuck that shit?” Can I get a “whoop that trick?” Hahahahahaha aw man, hope yall get home safe tonight, aight? No drinkin and drivin I know yall niggas aint got insurance Witch yo’ broke ass, hahahaha Aw man, I’m happy yall came out tonight Feel good, feel real good Speakin’ of that listen, listen, listen Syd just sent me some new Internet shit that I’m not supposed to play. Alright? So Ima play it real low cause we not supposed to hear this shit. And then when-when I play it, dont tell nobody cause I’ll get in trouble, so Ima play this song real low. This a world exclusive Baby, you make me believe I could fall in love at first Sight, how you stunned me with your Body, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Babe, baby, youre my lady My baby, whoa yeah You’re my darlin’, sweet thing Love is such a sweet thing Maybe we should try it out See what love is all about Baby, you make me believe I could fall in love at first Sight, how you stunned me with your Body, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse My baby, my Gotta curse on me, baby, ohh-oh My baby, my baby Oh, oh, oh, ohh Baby, you make me believe I can fall in love at first Sight, how you stopped me with your Body, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse Baby, Im under your curse What’s up, my nigga? Ayy man, Ima tell you something now right now, man It’s all thanks to you—it’s thanks to you that I was able to handle a drunk person appropriately tonight. Man, dawg, I’m just lettin’ you know dawg, I appreciate you and love you very much, Syd. You-you-you-you shed a light, you shed a light, you shed a very beautiful light. You my nigga, dawg, forever, and ever, no matter what, you my nigga. You, Matt, Chris, Pat, no matter what, my nigga. Patrick took me to my prom. Nigga, you took me to Europe with Matt, you know what I’m sayin? Play bongos, I love that nigga, man. Hee-hee, ayo, hit me up, I’ll see yall tomorrow, whatever, peace

Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy  Im in them places that you cant go Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload Silks with the oranges and the mangoes Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for Im rockin old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-taggin My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin Twenty-two with grays, twenty-five left in the cage I told him hold your head, its worse in a grave I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started wavin, had a lighter and dope spoon A nigga try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasal drip flowin heavily, duckin my third felony Take your shine, two for five, me and mines Runnin from suit and ties, you say you the flyest, then who am I? Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still VLONE jean jacket rockin, so be real Over pots, Im too exquisite On the dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit Some niggasll never risk it Hoppin in BMs, Im proud of my position They never had a pot to piss in Body parts on Cavalli dishes On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin, my loafers crocodile Stylin, I be havin greater visions You can tell by the way I whip it You gettin money, then the haters with it It aint dry, I told em wait a minute Praise both for the way I did it I swear Paris will be prayed for Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy Im in them places that you cant go Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload Silks with the oranges and the mangoes Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for Im from an era of hard knocks and quiet storms Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit Its your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna These niggas dont want smoke, they want some marijuana I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma Thats way back when we used to cypher Arizonas Now Im in that Maybach, Im with Puff and Hova We bendin corners in the six-deuce Talk about last nights ten thousand dollar bottles of Pétrus, sip it like its juice, homie How could I lose? The shit that these foolsll do to be in my shoes, Im done playin by rules Learned from OGs, Im retirin the jewels Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing I mean, its usual Everything thats new to you be the type of shit Im used to I could give a fuck about the hater shit, Im used to it If its fuck me, then know the feeling is mutual I swear Paris will be prayed for Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy Im in them places that you cant go Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload Silks with the oranges and the mangoes Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for If you feelin good Then everybody say yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Bitch, Im all that, all that, Kenan, Kel When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails Niggas always got something to say, well fuck em Same guys was mighty til they got to duckin We got the pucks and we chuckin They playin chicken, we cluckin Im Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers Niggas trash and we dumpin , I been rappin and fuckin He 65, Im a munchkin, and we speed to the disco This car came with a driver, Im in the back playin Frontin I aint cryin, the wind is flyin, stop makin assumptions I aint lyin or nothin Yes, Im is, Im so happy I turned nothin to somethin, skin glowin, my hair nappy My health good, my mama good, my niggas too And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers Long way from that metro bus taxi service Long way, loco gangs tried to taxidermy We would run until our motherfuckin backs was burnin, uh But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high And the emeralds shine in them GQs and them Popeyes And I spy with my private eye that you tried You cannot pull this look off, nigga, youre not I I swear Paris will be prayed for Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy Im in them places that you cant go Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload Silks with the oranges and the mangoes Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy I swear Paris will be prayed for

–Grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the hoe my dues, I brought my own funds When its time to war, I brought my own gun Difference is Im ghetto but Im wholesome Nigga say I switched up like Im on some Why you always treat me like I owe some? Truthfully you only wanna hold some Whip it like Ive been a slave Bucking from the twelve like Ive been afraid Motorola, burn out, couple minutes saved Kept a pre-paid on my hip them days 143rd in front on Minisink, Camron had us wearing pink From the cradle to the grave, put in work Hustled round the corner where my nana stay, couldnt work Open up shop in front the corner store, make em renovate Where the killers stand, fuck a lemonade But they cook it by the Minute Maid, couple niggas hate But the best form of flattery is when you imi- When you imitate, ayy Tell me how it gonna be Get like me, tell me how its gonna, how its gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Like me, tell me how its gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Ima have a ball, Ima cop it all, Ima buy the store Ima go ball, cradle to the grave Busy gettin paid, niggas dont shade, nigga Ima have it– From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work From the cradle to the grave, Ima put in work With my back against the wall, nigga, Ima ball Show you how to mob, got it with the squad Never had a job, but I kept a broad When I went in Saks, went and copped it all My cougars had me lit, kept a PYT Your mama on my dick, prettier than a bitch And Im overseas, and I had a ball Seein overseas hoes We aint counterfeit like we have face tats, how you name go when Where your hoes? Why your chain dont spin? Light them up, really like em all Nigga like it all, nigga like it, tell her get like me Tell me how it gonna be Get like me, tell me how its gonna, how its gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Like me, tell me how its gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Ima have a ball, Ima cop it all, Ima buy the store Ima go ball, cradle to the grave Busy gettin paid, niggas dont shade, nigga Ima have it– Ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Bow, wow, bow, wow, bow, nigga, bow! Ball, nigga, ball! ball Young niggas

Part I: News Alright, Im coming up Any nigga that doubted me, Im coming up Any hctib that looked down on me, Im coming up I stand out, I do my tihs Im always been on my tihs I do this for my mom, I do this for my brother, I do this for my fam Kcuf anybody that says otherwise, case closed, my nigga Mmh Eya, ma callin from the train line Eh ya, mmh, eh So anyways this how the story go Ow, eh eh Jah, Jah yutes dem rising Rising, rising Eh eh Den gon dem fallin, fallin, fallin He showin signs of corruption Then went from somethin to nothin He put his hands on his mother And now hes fuckin his cousin Now shes havin his baby The bitch is driving him crazy The motherfucker was violent Cause he was fresh out the Navy She dealt with constant abuse Never revealing the truth She kept the feelings concealed Until they rose to the roof A war starts, heart drop, cause she was tied to the bed Just as she thought it was over, he put a gun to her head But listen All my life, I dreamed these things Seems surreal that I see these things Until I D-I-E, all you niggas just P-I-E Nah nigga cant sleep on me, ah ah But listen All my life, I dreamed these things Seems surreal that I see these things Until I D-I-E, all you niggas just P-I-E Nah nigga cant sleep on me Sleep with a knife by your bed So convinced she got a gun to her head Only relief is when shes taking the meds Or taking Henny instead Taking liquor to her belly in bed Until her belly is red Now shes findin out the baby is dead She dont wanna live this life no more But shes stuck because she got no cure And she want more She dont wanna live this life no more But shes stuck because she got no cure And she want more Eh eh, Jah, Jah yutes dem rising Rising, rising Eh eh Den gon dem fallin, fallin, fallin About a quarter to noon He started roaming these streets Left her tied back home Her mouth was covered with sheets He started making observations from starting up conversations Pill pop, left himself with no options Cause his mind is made and he keeps counting his days Rather than smoking, the nigga simply going insane Tying himself to a bridge as it began to occur Fucker couldnt breathe, his sight had even went to a blur Guess its the drugs that made the nigga absurd Thin-thin-thinking bout the past and all the things that he learned But then it came to a turn Started thinking evil thoughts in the burn Ran for years and now the thought has retur— Part II: Flock Pussy popper Young Waka Flocka We shakin like maracas Dont forget Sinatra My bitch is like Rihanna Betty yet Beyoncé Had to take her top off Gun shotsa pop off Mi nuh fuck round with dem bwoy dem, dem Bwoy dem get chop off Tell di bwoy fi gwaan fi him Gyal and suck him bloodclaat Dick stains let my dick hang like a nunchuk Anyway, I cant, bitch, Im just tryna get my nut sucked Hah, so fuck luck Bitch, its pure skill when I gun bust Glocks like .50 on my niggas, acupuncture Fuck like, its a shit night Get your mind right, only way a nigga coolin if I get high, right? High up in the sky, right? Motherfucka cloud all my niggas in the ground right now And I bash like Zao, like Pow Mind within the comic, Im so high right now So pass that Skinny motherfucker, won’t you tell me where the cash at? I’m about to end a nigga life so where the stash at? Got about twenty fuckin mill, just chilling in my backpack Call a fat bitch then I hit it in her ass crack Listen, listen, listen

Darling, darling, darling Its no need to worry It’s just a couple things If its you and other Its no need to worry Cause I can sleep between you Im a third wheeler Im a side better Im a home wrecker Give it up Im a third wheeler Im a side better Im a home wrecker Give it up, give it up, give it up I’ll keep your, your best interest I’ll keep your, your best interest Ill keep your best interest I’ll keep your best interest I was, I was, I was, I was out here playing games You was out here with a lame one Im the, Im the, Im the, I’m the side nigga I gotta sneak around and hide with you I wanna see you, give me five minutes Paparazzi probably got like five pictures Top, top, top, top of the morning like yeehaw I took my shot, this is B-ball, nigga The team you play for is seesaw So I know that its fake when I see yall Dont wanna fuck what you got up I would never blow your spot up I know my place, Im the landlord Ill carry the weight til my hands sore Ill keep your, your best interest Ill keep your best interest

Woah Im in this bitch like ayy, damn Im in this bitch like ayy Im in this bitch like ayy Im in this bitch like ayy Im in his bitch like ayy Ima need me a minute before I walk in, ayy Ima need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh Ima need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in Rappin around town and Im downtown Big boy gat, I dont back down Talkin big shit, I got a sack now Fuckin bad bitches, Ill blow a bitch back now Woah Im in this bitch like ayy, damn Im in this bitch like ayy Im in this bitch like ayy Im in this bitch like ayy Im in his bitch like ayy Back to the bando I Tokyo Drift like the sample When shit wasnt sweet and so simple When it was just churches and candles We aint have no Turks and no Caicos No fresh pedicure for the sandals We learned how to pedal, no handles Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos Like who wanna match? Im runnin the maps I run it like laps, they runnin in last I might overlap and wont double back cause my past is my past They all from my path and part on my back She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf Mines came with a name, hers came with some change We want the same thing, lets not get offtrack Im up in that bitch skatin My wrist alone is the Ritz, Im sayin Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on Nigga, dont make me wait too long Flippin rates of that Grey Poupon I play you food for all My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul She been around Tyler way too long Um Its young T and he be that boy I talk death, but I dont like guns I talk love, but I dont got none They talk charts, but they dont got one You got a stage, then its one-point-one for one hour Niggas came second to me, they so sour Had a slow climb, thats why they all doubt em And still came out on top, now thats power Fuck they respect, I wont miss a step, I wont intercept The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy Neck lookin like a thot in labor But its goin up like its an escalator Boys goin down like Titanic sailor Yachty here and him from Decatur Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga Im ample, huh When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum Thats Igor, Igor, he a hot potato Yall small fries for example, nigga, um Dont run with the ride-a-long, nigga Im a catalog, Im a human Adderall Little ass bitch, nah, you aint in my category Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga Yall rappity-rap, yall critically claimed, they gassin you up I went to your show and took little nap Thats why we not in the same bracket of tax Im that nigga, bitch I did it all with the passion, Im a god in this fashion Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket Had to pull myself together like its all elastic Got the heart of a dragon, Im a star, call me Patrick Heard the bitch was talkin shit, so I caught him in traffic Im the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress , ugh Im good, you could take it all away Im God, you follow me cause I know the way Im in Philly and we all fly If we dont got the whip, we do the walk-by On your new picture, we archive If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed Had to slap a bitch, chose the wrong side Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin like that Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back The cops pulled me over, they dont know your mom in the back Big Whack makin niggas take permanent naps These hoes cant rap, they need a permanent pack I aint fuckin with you boys, need the cervical cap Okay, Im bored Okay, Im tired Sleepy, huh Yeah, I dont wanna be like nobody else Lookin so good, I might rob myself Realize I gotta hide the wealth Told bro its okay to be rich and stealth Twenty-two, I might go fuck a MILF My two assistants both white as milk Maybach, inside came soft as silk Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can Makin rap friends more sketch than a white van Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man Fuckin on a bitch and she sound like a hype man Lookin for a fly nigga, Im what you type in Been counted out since I could count Got a public and a private account For my bank and not my Insta, bitch

Find your wings Find your wings Hey you, whatcha doin and why you runnin? Supposed to fly and take control cause youre the pilot You cant swim, youre gonna drown, the sharks are comin The skys your home, theres no limit, you know you gotta Find your wings Find your wings We can go down to the rainbows Dont let your high keep your brain low Youre a bird Youre supposed to fly away The way you stand there Dont let your wings go to waste The sky is your home, be free Be free

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Mula! Like Adam in the Garden of Eve My bitch got an apple bottom and she swallow my seeds Follow my lead, fire I breathe, water my seed And sit back and watch money grow on trees Droppin seeds like classes, these hoes drop they asses I drop a seed in her panties if it smell like pansies Im a banshee in her panties, nigga, ask your mammy Never played golf, but got a driver and a Caddy Whole squad slammin like Onyx, you know Sticky Fingaz Some drop science, Im droppin English Even if Tyler named the song Flower No seeds in the bud, still dont trust bugs Im down Droppin seeds on these niggas, they cant fuck with the boy Im droppin seeds on these bitches for the love of the sport Im droppin seeds, got this garden, flowers poppin of course Im droppin seeds, motherfucker, Weezy Baby the boy, yugh!

Well, Tyler, uh Its about that time I mean, youre a good kid, just misguided Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this? My father died the day I came out of my mothers hole And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough To understand that the fuckin faggot didnt like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated Told the fuckin faculty that he was at a meeting and Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasnt at the meeting Made a U-turn on the way there like, The fuck am I thinking? Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist Was CDs and a new fit Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks I was hyper cause I aint get attention from my real pops Cops say Im supposed to be in jail, but they dont know its me Statistics say that niggas with no father aint gon be shit Well I guess I had one, cause, nigga, Im it You smell that? Thats the odor of success, bitch I know Im not the only bastard In America So Im gon to need some help, on this next part Scream it with me, niggas Im good I graduated Im good Im good Im good Im good Fuck you Bitch Fathers Day was the worst when it came to gifts Cause I aint know for who or what the fuck to get Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like Cause shes playin both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right I aint look up to Obama and Nixon I look up to the Hugos and Dixons The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums Like thats gonna make up for the years and the tears And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you Ima get out The M-16 and let a fucking clip out Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none I dont give a fuck either, like father, like son, Im done He aint give a fuck about me He aint give a fuck about you He aint give a fuck about we So what the fuck we gon do? Im good I graduated Im good Im good Im good Im good Fuck you Bitch The cold is nice, and Im not talking bout the weather The skin is thick, no need for leather Your father called, he said youre better without him Im not the only fuck without them How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed Up, take it to the shop, then, what? Fuck it, mommas proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer The bummer is the fact that Im black And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that Im emo She dont give a fuck D-low, wheres the trigger? Ill let this bullet play hero Shit No, no, fuck that Fuck that I aint deserve this Im over it BANG!

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit Im half-privileged, think white and have ngger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, Ill pass a class when my dad starts giving shits But as long as our relationship is turdless Ima keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick Who that? Oh, that new-coon John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shouting, Bring Fubu back Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack Muzak Odd Future on the do-rag—guess whos back? With no hint, were egging with no tint Plus, its a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, ugh The Night Striker, Im riding her, up-tying her Its nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her She started biting cause Im giving cock like its advice to her Take that, Im on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap—Domo, bring that bass back, nigga Um, Domo couldn’t be here, so, uh… We’re just… I don’t like talking. Hu— Ugh! Awww, cuz fell on the floor, cuz! Ayy, call them policemen niggas that, like, help people when they hurt!

Oh, my nigga, oh shit, cuz its startin, aaaaight! Wolf Gang be on that wrist split splatter Snortin coke pattern misfitll hit Mick Jagger Me and Jasper bangin Bastard, beatin midgets up with ladders nigga Dont give a fuck, thats that Wolf Gang swagger Dont give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear Radical shows that Wolf Gangs radder With a staggerin pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch Fuck Tyler, Imma change my name to Uncle Phil Cause every girl I deal and fuck, its always against her Will Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still In Nellyvilles old folks home searchin tip drills Get my fill on with this grandmother named Jill Takin shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill Hopefully my dick dont shrivel up, when its time to bust In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin dust Boogyin with Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes In the front row at a holy Justin Bieber show Slowly my Ritalin is kickin in and Jesus left hand Begin to make me feel like a little kid again This isnt rape, this is fuckin without a condom on Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke Im kinda wrong Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn Me and Juan ensurin you that your slut daughters gone At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch Shes a white vegetarian, Ill get this blonde cock Lip balm shes some nun bitch from St. John Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John Hes a janitor recreational rectum manager I am not, lets consider me a little pecan Thatll get your chest nutted on with an acorn They swore that I was all fuckin nuts like a gay porn Cause I disregard the white dress and the perm weave And the headrest had to have about eight thorns I was born back, Wolf pack, nigga fuck that Somebody tell Satan that I want my fuckin swag back Niggas know its Wolf Gang, in the mall with Thirty bitches, and they gorgeous Wolf Gang, killing niggas, rabble rousers And Wolf Gang running shit in dirty houses Wolf Gang Wolf Gang Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, you better kill em Box logo on my muthafuckin chest Left hand staggerin on her muthafuckin breast Deep down, Im an emo fuckin faggot thats depressed So the fuckin school suggested me a therapist I confessed bein atheist, they said I was possessed By a demon, cause I wanna see a bitch infested With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less Of the baby not bein digested by a fuckin hungry punk Feedin kids to slutty nuns with his cum Got a fuckin blog that needs a post? I can get it done 2DopeBoyz I know you like this This hot cum thats from my dick Call me a clown but a week from now Youre goin to hear this and begin to ride on my dick Like how the fuck did we miss this kids shit Oh yeah were old as fuck, we didnt have our glasses But fuck yall, I dont need yall help I got 20 thousand views of French itself And I did the video for really though You silly rabbit faggot tricks are for kids so we go, Abracadabra

Compliments to smiles, or light to sun This feels natural, no substitute, not one Cant buy you the world, but my time is yours Let you roll the dice, but I made my choice Da na na na na duh duh, na, da na na na duh duh Da na na na na duh duh, na Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Baby, you gotta, you gotta understand Aint no time , to play these games You hear me? Hey, hey, aw, this shit is money now Say, say, aw, my heart is pumping now Hey, hey, aw, were getting funky, fuck what they Say, say, aw, we should be together, baby Never again, never again Im tryna be more than a friend, my hearts on the run I wanna be your boyfriend, cause you are the one I wanna be your boyfriend, I know youre the one I wanna be your boyfriend, they dont understand Im tryna be your boyfriend, Cuban link with the hand Im tryna be your boyfriend, and tell you whats up Im tryna be your boyfriend, but its damaging, cause, cause We the same Alright Alright Alright I invested too much time I done spent all of my money You need to read between the lines And stop pretending shits funny Hey, hey, aw, this shit is money now Say, say, aw, my heart is pumping now Hey, hey, aw, were getting funky, fuck what they Say, say, aw, we should be together, baby Never again, never again Im tryna be more than a friend, my hearts on the run I wanna be your boyfriend, cause you are the one I wanna be your boyfriend, I know youre the one I wanna be your boyfriend, they dont understand Im tryna be your boyfriend, Cuban link with the hand Im tryna be your boyfriend, and tell you whats up Im tryna be your boyfriend, but its damaging, cause, cause We the same We the same We the same We the same Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Guessin, dont be guessin Exactly what you run from, you end up chasing. Like, you cant avoid, but just chasing it and just like trying. Giving it everything that you can. Theres always an obstacle-

Yeah, Ima need that gold medal, matte black shit on a whip Hear them drums, nigga? ERYS in a 6 with the wrist ’Bout to swish, no assist, never miss with the drip Man, Im bout to go and do some shit that no one ever did I’m with the boys, making the noise This is the uh, Tesla toy We stackin the toys, end of the story We already gone, thats more to the point Niggas ignored us, flyin it solo Gone in the mornin, you never know it Im unemployed and Im on the block Now we bout to blow up, now we ’bout to blow it We the rascal, dead cam, punk kids Runnin’ through the club, where the music hella pumpin You don’t want shit Tell them niggas start jumpin At a warehouse party with the fuck shit And pull up with the bass, made the shit sound rustic Mace to the face, riot gears in the closet Keep the city sane, keep the babies out the moshpits Keep me out the party, cause I’m too psychotic, yeah Tell me youre sorry, I feel the same You gave me DMT, straight from your brain, girl We werent in nature to marry again Thats why it all feels like its just the same On a roll When we pull up with the gold Ready to go, ready to go Ready to go, ready to go We dont flex most trap shit Bass with the backflip Scrape metal on the pavement, fuck fashion away Everyday, motivate, turn the masses, the bull-ass-shit Nigga, this shits a classic Woah Tell me youre sorry, I feel the same You gave me DMT, straight from your brain, girl We werent in nature to⁠— Jadenll flash, man, okay Man Im back in this shit, and Im rappin Today, pushin packs on the corner, countin stacks Everyday got the wings in the Hills, like its Batman, okay Fuckboys need to stop fuckin rappin, okay Tell me youre sorry, I feel the same You gave me DMT, straight from your brain, girl We werent in nature to marry again Thats why it all feels like its just the same Jaden, they think we fuckin, kissin, lickin and suckin What they dont get, sarcasm, lets end it like orgasm Im a nutcase baby, put a lock on that bitch You thinkin Im diggin graves The way Im puttin rocks on my wrist? Young T-man, taller when you see him Im all about them fruits and my greens like a vegan Your talent couldnt put you in the spot where niggas be in When I get that 20 bag, I swear to God that Ill be leavin I might buy vanilla waf, I might buy some real estate I might buy Canary, taxi yellow, diamond glitter flick I might blow it all on somethin stupid, wouldnt matter Cause I did not sign a dummy fuckin deal Like them, at end of day Got my white stripes, this my icky thump Got my heart broke, wont you pick it up? Needed time to heal, just like Nicki Buns Bitch I make it hard to breathe, like, bitch, I kick the lung Lets go, lets go ERYS is on your side I didnt wanna die for you Girl I had to try I really wanna fly with you Sunset on our lives I really wanna try You been by my⁠— Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lets go

Boy, I know That we could be more Than just friends But youre scared Boy, I know That we could be more Than just friends But youre scared I know that there could be Something for you and me Whats your philosophy? Youre scared, scared Oh darlin, its in the way you want me You can see the answers are all there You and I are cut from different fabric Dont be too material to see Some how this world is such a struggle just to be Fuck em all, baby, its just you and me You make me better And I know this dont make sense But you make me better Alone, alone, alone Ah-lone Alone, at home, alone Yeah, oh Alone Ah-lone Lone

Broke dick, Im looking for a drug lord Okay, welcome to my 12 bar The beat, wears it like a kevlar As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African Coughing til theres pains in my fucking abdomen I spit negative just like a halogen My breeze more of a fucking masculine The rascals win, killing em off with a javelin Snakes, Im just rattling, suit tailor never tattling You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battles sick On top of being talented, bitch Im fucking passionate Im a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest Better yet, Ill build on to the beat like tetris Remember me forgetfulness? I am your correctionist I stitched Odd and Future together like a leather vest You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks I put together decks and push for beef, if hefferless Im headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly He gets caught up at security, the TSA dont follow me Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones Im fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome Click your fucking heels, theres no place like home Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, aint that a bitch That wasnt a 12 bar I cant count Lets see, whats wrong with me? Might be my fucking Tourettes, see? I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing So after the showers with Sandusky Me and Sean Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile Me and Lucas getting fucked up You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up Listening to Commons last album to get pumped up To finally ask censored when I can get my dick sucked You know Casey Anthony, was handling Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline Learned some new chords while you uncreatives were sampling Im Wolf, I spit flow retardedly As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing You hold the future of the kid you daughters gargling Me, I have the Odd Future mothafuckin sergeanting No, Im the fuck now My poppa didnt give one, thats why Im like this now Im still down to cut throat and if another fan asks For a fucking photo while Im snacking on my pizza lunchable Im a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor Dont believe me, ok be right back, Im headed to the gun store M-16s and them 6 teens came out of nowhere Like your kids wet dream, what you mean old news Oh you really need us to fucking show you That were harder than findin a fuckin Snicker bar in Whole Foods In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth Hoping the fuckin security guard doesnt hold you in custody But luckily had a couple of guns with me Like gay step mom, none of you mothafuckas can fuck with me Vete a la casa de tu mama No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas Que Odd Future ni que Odd Future Yo no se que es eso, idiotas Que chingados es Odd Future Golf Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre Ja.. y mira esa ropa Parecen una bola de payasos mugrosos! Por favor!

Got the whips, got the hoes Got the ice, got the clothes Niggas know that keys open doors Half price nigga keep the Os Keep the Os, nigga keep the Os Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose Keep the Os, keep the Os Know they know me by Treat Your Nose Look, UFO, bow, land Skrr landed on the ass and Adidas leaf in the grassland My finger got a yellow Pac-Man Blow your purple, go in circles, so inertia Go reverse it, no rehearsin, gold is perfect Open curtain, flow inversion, golden person Yeah Im nerdy, yeah Im swerving Yeah you heard me Got the whips, got the hoes Got the ice, got the clothes Niggas know that keys open doors Half price nigga keep the Os Keep the Os, nigga keep the Os Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose Keep the Os, keep the Os Know they know me by Treat Your Nose Got the whips, got the hoes Got the ice, got the clothes Niggas know that keys open doors Half price nigga keep the Os Keep the Os, nigga keep the Os Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose Keep the Os, keep the Os Know they know me by Treat Your Nose Your garden is full from raking these hoes A handful of green and a couple of stones Your lawn mowers foreign, you rent you a home But nigga, how much of that shit do you own? See me, I dont compromise, I know my accomplishments Fuck all yo compliments, bitch, I got confidence I dont need your approval, my nigga, you suck I do not have to adjust to stunt Dont talk, dont jump, dont cheer bitch shut the fuck up Youre speedin and gleamin and stuntin, so Evel Knievel You beaming and circle in Bimmers, you hoping them niggas’ll see it Results may vary, my chain, its not too heavy Ill rather pedal smooth on my bike than to crash in that Bugatti But back to the garden, niggas gon do you dirty Already started killing your flowers It seems impossible, its the new slave apocalypse So sad and obvious All yall stupid niggas got the whips and no drive Got the whips, got the hoes Got the ice, got the clothes Niggas know that keys open doors Half price nigga keep the Os Keep the Os Keep the Os Keep the Os You gotta keep the Os Keep the Os Keep the Os Keep the Os You gotta keep the Os Keep the Os You gotta keep the Os Cause you never know when its over You want the doors that go up You want the girls with the big butts You want the diamonds, you want the stones You gotta stunt on these niggas Stunt on these niggas one time Find your wings Find your wings Find your wings And fly Cause youll find your wings Youll find your wings Learn how to fly Let me tell you what I want you to do What I want you to do Youll find your wings Youll find your wings Learn how to fly Keep the Os Im rapping about diamonds, and cars, and money now What the fuck has gotten into me, man

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Fly with the birds in the wind Where you wanna go, who, what, why, when? Uh On a scale of nine to ten You taking Ls baby, hold my hand and feel like the wind, uh Now fasten your seat belt, and turn everything off I got your attention, motherfucker, Im bout to take off Im the new pilot in this bitch And I aint bring no extra baggage for this trip But I do bring a terror like I hate America A brand new camera and a parachute Nigga, you and I are not the same, we not parallel Dont talk to me fore I fucking embarrass you Now sit your ass down, you doing three much Im the captain on this bitch, dont get it fucked up Or youll get fucked up Im so far ahead of you niggas, Im in the future Yall dont even know about my existence, its like Im dead to you niggas Im saying Look, yall be on the stupid shit Im the fucking pilot, your goal is to be the stewardess Im the fucking bomb like I was stuffing my shoe with it The boys a fucking problem like turbulence boy, get used to it If anything happens, its one door Cause if I see a building, motherfucker, were done for Ima hit a couple of em up, this is parkour Better call your family and give em your last wishes, nigga And every line dirty, you thought that I dug ditches But I never give a fuck, its like I was born dickless I dont wanna crash anymore, I dont wanna crash anymore I just wanna soar through the space, let the wind hit my face Til theres nothing left in the gas tank, I dont wanna crash I dont wanna crash anymore, I dont wanna crash anymore I just wanna soar through the space, let the wind hit my face Til theres nothing left in the gas tank, I dont wanna crash Im in first class but I feel like coach, yeah, uh Cause Im in first class but I feel like coach, yeah, uh Cause Im in first class but I feel like coach, yeah Its kinda weird Cause Im in first class but I feel like coach, look Im tryna find a place, a place where I can land at A place where I can be with no alphabet Dictating where to stand at You can buy a car, you can buy many things You can buy happiness, but you cant buy wings You can buy a parachute, you can buy a parrot But you cant buy a pair of wings, aerodynamic To stay cloud level Thats why Im in first class but I feel like coach Cause Im in first class but I feel like coach Its just crazy how you can have everything in the world, but You in first class but you feel like coach, damn Thats why Im in first class, but I feel like coach I dont wanna—

Rollin in a golden Tacoma, the shits stolen If that bitch tell on me, Ima do a fuckin drive-by in her colon with my meat Gotta keep it obsolete like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin ass beat Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if Im not reading a Vice Im squatting down, picking cracker bitches scalp for some lice Everything that I write is dope because the pipe And nope you cant have a hit unless you gimme the light We be burning Dutty Rocks with a light switch Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dikes clit Im going as hard as Bishop Eddie Longs John After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics They say I try too goddamn hard No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard You cant be great when you settle for a flea bargain Unless youre a thrift hipster bitch in a leotard Painless Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind because the brain left Wolf Gang got the ink on me now its banged out Box Logo hoodie, still havent got the stains out Congress I guess Im fuckin with the best blondes Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex Raquel is wrestling a prom dress While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest To all the stepdads in here Trip-six kids got you motherfucks scared It could be worse, nigga thats absurd Nigga I am at Pharrells tryna butt fuck nerds This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber Was just in the room flippin Selena Gomez Go head, give some, pucker up Ill fuck her up until the kids come in, umm After Tron Cat I got the rat shook And I aint even have a hook For the white kids to sing along I dont wanna sing a song, fuck that Now cyberbully sissies on my little sisters Macbook I got you niggas nervous like a Pop Tryna ask his virgin, hot, vegan daughter where the cock goes Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Roscoes Head back to the studio to munch up on some tacos When I was younger I was bitchin and Now Im coming quicker than The shit thats swimmin in my sock hole When them teeny boppers aint around So Johnson and Johnson baby lotion Beat on my Johnson til my cock swole Stop saying youre sick, shit is kinda old Im a fucking Herpe in a coma, youre a common cold Have you heard my brother verse on Llama? When that niggas home Me, him and Hodgy gonna take the game and Get a stainless steel AK and aim it To the fucking referees head and put his lifeless body In a chokehold Uh-oh, these niggas is loco Best thing smokin minus all of the tobacco Still hard to be black, well Malcolm X would be proud, this white bitch getting black-maled Blue-eyed cracker named Jenny, and skinny And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple fucking pennies at him Just a chip off the old block Chipped tooth ruth got some dick off my swole cock Cause I bag bitches, shes a zip off the old lock And thats just a logo on the center of that old box Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything That I put on from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on Probably cause Im going harder than erect cock dick filled with Botox Oh shit, youre as hard as senior citizens dick Oh fuck, dont slip, break hips and pop backs Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist Cause Im the next best spitting wreck thats left here Thats my ex bitch Her? Shes my next bitch Have you met her mouth? No? Oh thats my bestest Bestie, and she gets beastie And shes my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit I was taught to act my shoe size, Im eleven and a half Cock the umbrella cause when I spit Seven on your ass Its gonna be mid-stage Coachella Shakes faggot ass keep hatin But I work hard for the shit that I got So its still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth All associates can suck cock

Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate The world is low, the devil waits, so I stay high as heaven gates See Im on it everyday, minutes never go to waste If aint no profit on the way then we cannot negotiate Scripture tatts for holy sakes, whos telling what the Lord will say Until that day, Ill be tunnel vision on the paper chase Odd Future, fuck your feelings, check the score we fuckin winnin Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris Hilton More potential, yous a liar, step up we will crucify ya Head first, yea its going down like a scuba diver Need the fire, Ill supply ya, put the hire on the block Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked Im a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands It tugs my hands and rubs my glans, Im ill as fuck, bitch fuck your mans Chingy chong, Im in Japan, Chinch and Chong wrapped in seran Keep the bong hash in my canister, Im headed where its handed first Domo rollin up, Left Brain already smokin You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken My shades on, bitch Im Locing, no need for aggravations Cause a fake nigga and his death bed will be fuckin collaboratin Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers Made it stoned because Im workin over Too many posers tryin to ride my boa-constrict Im pretty sure Tyler will represent it I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it Im fuckin authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending Me and Lego just skated the bowl Next thing you know wildin out at Watch the Throne I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga my cam He snapped that shit, the motherfuckers went HAM Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit Im like how many fucks can I get a day? Fuck respect, Id rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck Before I change to fit in your box, Ill make sure I cannot fit in the house And I hate genres, fuck hip hop Id rather search and cop hi-top flip flops in the middle of the winter Yall like fuck them kids, like a weird babysitter mindset My dignity, Im still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch tryin to eat my sausage That sounds awesome Fuck these parties, Im real awkward I stand there, I dont know what to do man Id rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms, staring at my brand new MoonMan Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Brick Squad 1017 Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim Golf Wang motherfuckin triple six we is 3 twins Free my little nigga Sweatshirt Gang name stitched into my sweatshirt Bow down until your motherfuckin neck hurt Respect me. Do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed Cheech and Chong, I dont need a bong But I do have friends who got weed thats strong I need a tree house, air hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp Leanin a tramp on a trampoline Nigga fuck the team Hey, Im just playin, I love you niggas I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas Fuck everybody who doubted me The only ones I care abouts the ones that surround me Odd Future! Fuck all you industry niggas man Yall see me at parties, start comin up sayin We must collab I dont fuck with none of you niggas All yall can suck my motherfuckin dick Fuck all you labels Fuck every fuckin DJ I hope yall dont play none of my shit Suck my motherfuckin dick And dont come up to me at the next event I dont want your fuckin number, your business card Fuck your company, Im not performin at none of your shit Dont ask for my fuckin managers email I dont fuck with none of you niggas Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga Fuck Steve Harvey

Started thinking about a normal life, it got me suicidal Standing in the kitchen with a noose and a rifle Hang or bang, hocking loogies in a bible Dancing with the devil, tonights our first recital His hands on my hips, he take control of my movement A couple of minutes pass and I dont know what Im doing Just dance to the music so nobody will laugh at me But the fucking voices in my head keep asking me Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Nah Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Nah, Ill try tonight I live all over, my roomies a bum Fuck a bitch, never sober, virgin bitch nun Sound like she dying when that virgin bitch cum My used penis beats on this virgin bitch drums She asking me to dance, I ask for my pants Ended up with an argument, sirens, ambulance Scratch her off my list, the situation bias She made me a milkshake and forced me to try it Nah, I aint Nas, get the fuck off my dick Besides, from the smell of it, Im hating the flavor Last night, for the hell of it, I raped her neighbor Bit her fillings all through my vampire teeth saber She screams for her savior A nun with a bum, fuck you, bitch, better pay up I need to eat, place to sleep, new shoes, aging feet Alligator hair heat, Gatorade made her sweet Bitter sweet seven fist fighting with a reverend Bless sessions niggas fresh as Crest breath is Devil in my chest, I inhale more cess then Place one missed call to heaven You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Goddamn nigga! This shit ignorant as fuck, my nigga! Bitches, this your motherfuckin chance Go on the motherfuckin dance floor, shake that ass bitch If you got a problem with a nigga Sock that motherfucker in the motherfuckin jaw right now nigga If you didnt know nigga, if you didnt know nigga, Im back! Spit on a bitch, punch on a bitch After I eat some steak, have her tug on my dick Nigga filthy rich, two car notes No house nigga, thats how I roll Yeah nigga I do this fuckin shit Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch She drivin me around town, nigga Where Im at nigga? Dog pound nigga Oh shit nigga, whats good ho? Your bitch givin me head, countin money though 2 chains, three dames Rollin with my niggas cause we gang bang I roll big, we roll deep Only skate in the streets, whats good nigga? Im hood nigga, with my hood niggas We ratchet, we goon in the hood section We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds We got cars, we got cars, we got cars We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds We got cars, we got cars, we got cars We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick Mobbin in the club, 60 niggas deep Keep talkin shit and youll meet 60 feet Cats on everything, thats all a nigga see I fuck with a bad bitch Im smokin on some weed Nigga got racks, shout out to the team Posted in the house, nigga countin green Golf Wang, Wolf Gang, niggas know what our name Six hundred sixty six bitches on my dick, man Six hundred and sixty motherfuckin six Bitches on a nigga dick Sock that bitch out! Get your bitch jumped! Diamonds on my neck! Nigga I dont give a fuck! VIP! Valet at the mall! Buy that motherfucker out! Broke niggas, Im ballin on your bitch We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds We got cars, we got cars, we got cars We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds We got cars, we got cars, we got cars We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick

I can’t read! I got 5 I got 5 on it 2, my nigga Nah, I aint smoking Come on, nigga! Just hit the fucking- Nah, you know I dont smoke This nigga never want to smoke, my nigga Im high off life, nigga Straight edge ass nigga Im good man If you aint gonna fuckin smoke nigga, then just rap for us, nigga Aight nigga, I got this Yo, yo, look Im Tyler, Mr. Green Hat Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found Where the black girls get their weaves back Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting Youre a jerk In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead I like my girls smart, skinny Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red Im a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, Im the rapist Im a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots My hat is by Jabbia, and if you got a fucking problem With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant Im watching the Berrics getting head from someones parent A lot of fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed That Im sharing in the force with the cyclops staring Im flying on a beaver, youre a disbeliever So dont ask for no mothafuckin ride when you see us Swim right past you, the shit-list said that Im nutty such a cashew Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you Kill the jungle, let the cats loose You didnt see me here if someone ask you I want to feel her in every way Mary Jane keeps me high like every day Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, Im trapped Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps Roll it up and ensure that everythings fat She aint got time to try and relieve ya But shell get all in your head, Sativa Im good but yall dont want me like vegetables Im all in front of you zeroes like decimals Lets take them high like the decibels So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber Thats fat, who needs another producer? Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo Cause I aint really care what the rest say Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes Best believe Im leaving with more of those And I got a girlfriend so Im a keep lying til the verse end, FIN BrandUn DeShay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator Odd Future, O.F. until, until... from now until forever, Peace We grind, these niggas asking for some promo We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit Preaching to the poets, Im an O.F. prophet No less profit, fiened when we drop shit Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split Its that crack, give you something to sell Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell And she aint gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel Light skinned women, all sex everything Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything Everything that we call flight, living life This is everything that they call hype Im everything that they call nice She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right Intimidated by niggas you cant be Im a G, and this is something you cant see Top ranked, number one my son And she looking for them trees, baby we got some And stay focused on the women and you get less done Its ironic cause I always hear you talking about one Them other niggas smoke, they aint this high How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Lets hope they dont take this one down, man Ooh, mm, mhm Yeah OG Parker Whats the dealio? Aint gon lie, Im feelin you You got me on tippy-toe, so whos Oliv, whos Elio? It dont matter, negative niggas gon say, this dont add up But fuck they math up, shit, we subtract em Ayo, tell me whats the prolo, I just pop models Boys or girls these days, shit, it dont matter We can fuck Sunday cause I dont read Bibles But Im faithful to this money and these Céline goggles I dont pop bottles, I just cop automobiles full throttle New engine cant follow, get a jet to Lake Como We can try some new gelato, shawty, Im for real Like my role model, hm So lets— Shawty, I listen Unlike my father, I can give you attention You wont feel empty like pocket that lint in So pack a few bags I got space in my mansions Hurry with decision Cause Im looking for a parrot and you looking like a pigeon Better Thats So Raven and get another vision If you wanna be my newest edition like Bivins, woah Feel like you need some validation I got a plan cause youre more than that No better situation, girl No, no, girl you all for that, and I magine that Feel like you need some validation While Im grippin your waist, we move to your pace No better situation Girl, Ill be your escape, come and swing my way You think niggas full of lies Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Golf Wang, Golf shit man Shout-out Jacquees Switch it up, pick my car up in, in a hour This view is beautiful

His daddy fine, Im fine, what you thought? Shit, his daddy fine Nah, his daddy, his momma fine, bitch What you mean? He got his looks from me You better tell this ho, this my nigga, though My ride or die, I’d kill a motherfucker over this one right here, nigga Id stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one My son used to record me beatin bitches’ ass, facts I didnt give a fuck I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids I didnt give a fu-am I lying? You have no reason to No If you fuck with my kids, Ill beat up kids over my kid, okay? This little boy used to run, he was scared I said, Go get your bitch-ass mama I would beat your whole family and didnt give a fuck They be like, Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy Yup, dont fuck with my kids Tyler would be like Get em, mom But she like No, dont do it Tyler would be like Get ’em, mom, get ’em No, mom, dont do it I’d be like Shut yo ass up She cryin Noo—

Bitch nigga Nigga bitch Oogie-boogie nigga Sniff it up Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday, didnt even bring shit or bottles, just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga Yeah, ayo Scammin niggas maxin out, ratchet bitches actin out God made me sell crack so Id have somethin to rap about Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about? I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasnt shit to brag about And I cant draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped I dont do no sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts She dont like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin shifts Yeah, you niggas bringin out the old me Im tryna live to 93 and see the old me When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me Serve the beast, Caprice aint got no heat, man, it was cold G Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans Crime fuckin pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I wont take the stand Yeah, VL niggas trap it out Lord let me hit this ho so I have something to rap about Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about This shit wasnt no joke, sittin in that cage, this shit was draggin out Diego trippin cause Im sittin, aint no package out He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin out the old me Im tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me Ayo Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit This sound like the boat I havent bought yet This sound like the moment I jump off it Sun shinin, cold water fillin in my pockets This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with We hold our breath like grudges til we nauseous We hop out, let the sun dry us like raisins We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit, its amazing We look like Polo ads but skin is darkened I gotta move cautious cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now Im a businessman I started gettin moola as youngin, now I got bigger hands To hold em, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin corn, no crops You messy and get cleaned up with the mop I went to school and I aint miss it a lot So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance I cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me R.I.P. tees cause these motherfuckers is dead to me Nail is in the coffin, murder, murder Im sick of yall niggas and I aint coughin, I know me Yall often anxious, lost in yall thoughts and I dont relate So keep that energy away from me Dont blame me, cause you aint got it figured out You aint got the bigger house, the jig is up You jealous, dawg, my afro long, Ill pick it out Like cotton on some basic, shit is off We aint adjacent Im grounded like the pavement, we aint linkin like the bracelet broke Better get your wrist that hold on the thoughts you get and go The fuck away, cause niggas get they faces broke I just got a thumbs up and niggas go, like, Good job You better find a shoe store and get your sole Get it quick and slip it on And Ill be in My-konos, lemonade, sippin slow Jumpin in the water off that boat I havent bought yet, bitch One take Let me hear that I meant to say Mykonos I think that he died from alcohol But if you write dog shit, it doesnt do any good what you die— Teach the parents to be civilized people, becau—

Ayy, ayy, uh I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age I always judge a book by the cover, never the page I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase They say that I never cease to amaze While half my mental belongs in a cage The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch If you niggas selling dope then you selling my shit Selling my assets Im so damn illegal that I need to be arrest But then theyll get my mom for 18 years of possession She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection The pigs fly away in the morning But I aint get to see you today And if I want to go outside I got to make sure that I can play here I bet youve never seen a pig fly I bet youve never seen a pig fly I bet youve never seen a pig fly Well you aint been looking through my eyes I bet youve never seen a pig fly, nope Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream Wore my wings and my jeans but my hat is from Supreme So I guess thats where I hide my things Caged, and the wonder is seen Middle finger missing so I can not give a fuck I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck So Im chasing the dreams, no realities Hoping that maturity wont be too mad at me But if so, Ill take the scorn, indeed happily Long as I can feel my heart tap like Happy Feet Fatherless kids, orphans like me and Domo is A fuck that we will never give is like our pops But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch Just like a shirt, thats why our stains smell like the shit, thats from The pigs fly away in the morning But I aint get to see you today And if I want to go outside I got to make sure that I can play here I bet youve never seen a pig fly I bet youve never seen a pig fly I bet youve never seen a pig fly Well you aint been looking through my eyes, yeah And my circus is all night Its all night Bitch, its all night And my circus is all night Bitch, its all night Its all night Im an odd fellow, the opposite of mellow The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder I was dealing with iller shit like professional plumbers Like food for thought was my father but I aint have the hunger My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws My pride is gone, Im that guy like Aaron Hall Shit, I know some niggas wear their hearts on they sleeves But I wear mine on my head, Supreme

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

Yo, Ive seen a lot of niggas So when them niggas start talkin reckless, I get offended I get it, they try to keep a image But look real closely at the pictures and you see that they chameleons How you doin? You in the motherfucking building? Nigga, Im a architect, got another crane and I dont know if Imma park it yet, you aint even start one yet, fuck off my property Tell Australia Im sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack When Marshall had this problem, what the fuck was they telling him? Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black? Huh? I think people love to be mad How can I be misogynist? I love titties and ass How can I be homophobic when my boyfriends a fag? And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion Still trying to come out Couldnt deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out Probably cause I like to be in places where the sun out So comparing niggas lights is a motherfucking bum out Thought yall niggas nudists but yall clothes I was bout to tee off and putt-putt till the end Now its Anti-Golf Boys cause I dont fuck with my friends Worse thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen Look, freedom of speech? My freedom was breached Border Patrol put me on streets immediately For shit I said when I was a virgin repeatedly Posting on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me My child is a product of me, very honest Left of center, very different, they didnt want us They didnt get us, didnt fit enough for their standards Diverse and loud, so they ignored us You put your life in a child that everybody hates Now everybody hates papa despite that papas great But thats your favorite child boy thats your favorite one Nope, Im talking bout that Cherry Bomb I dont think they hear it, I was fearing deteriorating Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along Watching them sing the songs Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldnt steer them wrong Thats why I rode the McLaren, couldnt stop at the Bimmer Tyler losing himself, and that nigga turned to a diva That nigga preaching and wildin, that nigga smilin and breathing Tryna inspire all the little niggas that wanna be him But fuck that!, We want: Cats cats daddy problems Kickflip fuck fuck, cupcakes buttrape Golf Wang, daddy problems fag fag dad dad Bike lake everything that I hate, plus being sad Yall can cry about your years top rap new albums Golf did a quarter million in about two hours Money money aint the motive, but it is up for discussion Niggas frontin niggas wish that they could fuck with my production nigga Saying you the plug, get your chords up I was writing string sections on my tour bus They adore me, my little birds Be free, go flap your wings, I encourage it Look, I wish I had a fucking xanax problem So yall talk about how I deep I am Man-child in the flesh, bitch, Im Peter Pan You captain tier hook muthafuckas wont ever be the man I got a muthafucking vision, I dont see your plans So shut your muthafucking mouth when I be speaking, man Cause T the only sober nigga that be tweaking, fam Fuck I dont—I dont like rapping like that

What up, Tyler? Whats up, nigga What you doing Shit, fucking, skhit Who the fuck is this? Oh! This my little brother on my mothers side, our father died He was living with my grandmother on the North side Of Sacramento, but this fag aint just visiting Hes settling in, he cant wait to start meddling And doing the evil shit we do Yeah he skate too and he raps, ooh This the newest Wolf Gang member and he Earl Nigga, this niggas forehead is so fuckin big This nigga, look at this fuckin nigga lips, dog This niggas lips look like a split sundae Yo this niggas line is bended, Yo this nigga, this nigga look like a African poet Yo this niggas forehead looks like a fuckin big-ass moose He a bitch, Nigga, dont be a bitch nigga, say somethin Nigga, rap, you fuckin suck probably Trust me guys, he can rap, just say somethin

Yeah I know its been a minute since Ive been away Didnt mean to cause you pain, I just needed to escape Aint sayin that Im sober, Im just in a better place Im on my way over, Im just runnin kinda late And you know Ive been through all the highs Ive seen all the lows, lost track of time Im coming home, you know my mind Places it goes, and it goes, and it goes Its only a game Dont be afraid These doors will close And people change One day youll go Right now youre here Dont leave just yet Dont disappear Good morning, baby

Niggas is blessed Ima put a bike track and the zipline at the other-other crib Golf Wangs doin amazing, might open up another store ​le FLEUR is goin insane, smell good, nail polish Converse, Gucci Camp Flog Gnaw one of the best festivals Im healthy, my skin glowin, my friends healthy Im fuckin who, what, when, where, haha Karen and Alex Moss bout to drop off some new pieces Im out here scorin commercials, movies soon We writin shows, man, life is fucking beautiful I done fell in love and th-th-thе— The only flaw is my fuckin hair wont grow Its been like two years and this shit likе two inches Come get lost with me, man, come, come, come see the world When you, when you really get out there, call me, Ill be there And I dont take jets like that, Im scared to go broke, so I dont take none of this shit for granted Its opulence, baby

Gucci like to slang, Gucci like to bang Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint Gucci like to swang, Gucci like to sway Gucci like to come down in his starches every day Gucci like to play, Gucci like to play Gucci like to come down in his starches, he aint playin Gucci fly, Gucci got that eye Gucci comin down on the slab with the fly Gucci got that grill, Gucci got the chill Gucci comin down with the lame, got the feels Gucci on his sheets, Gucci on his feet I didnt want to sock her, she had Gucci on her cleats Gucci like to shine, Gucci like to wave Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint , paint He go hard in the paint, paint Gucci, he go hard in the paint, paint Solo like to drank, Solo like to ball Solo brought the gang, they dont hold a wall Solo like to shop, Solo bought the mall Solo brought the guap, Solo throwed it all Guwop not Polo My skin my logo My skin my logo Moment of you Get into that moment of you Im comin down hard, comin down clean Comin down main Comin down, comin down, got to lay it down, I been, ooh Whip candy paint, wood grain, candy paint, wood grainWhip with, with, with the swangers on Got, got, got the swangers Ooh, thats my baby Ooh, thats my boy Ooh, thats my baby Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Push out your back, put ya butt in it Wanna love you, but I do not wanna commit So I dance with ya with the thought of us fuckin We dancin up in the corner, feelin for the corner pockets So I ease your work for just a bit, uh Buy your drink, you have a sip, uh Then I tell you we should dip You grabbin me close and closer til you get a kiss Push up your bra to the left, thats right Now we in a car with a broke brake light Thinkin bout the ass, the legs, the head, the sex The whip, the figure-four leg lock, then we dip out You say you wanna party all day You say you needed lovin from me You say you wanna party all day You say you needed So why waste time? So why waste time? So why waste time? Why waste time? Ayo, your boyfriend pissed off, smackin his lips off The fact my lips are covered in your lip gloss I say we should dip off out of here Talk, speak, share some words, grab a ear Nah, you cant take off, unless you leave your amigo Swallow your pride and put aside your ego Man, fuck bein modest, Im just bein honest You seem home-cooked and them goods McDonalds But no, the bid is off Niggas always dip and they duck the sauce Rocks on my neck, I dont know the cost Car out front like the Uber, Uber We can hop in, and you can top ten The list that I wanted to hop in List is full, so Ima call it a night And you aint even my type Im all bark, no bite, Im so sorry Wasted time, I wasted time Why you dutty wine, its whatever You sweatin drips upon my sweater Its hot in here, the outsides better Im leavin, leavin, you call me back, its like emotions recedin Lets call it a evenin, its gettin desperate, yeah So why waste time? You say you wanna party all day You say you needed lovin from– Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My music My mind And them three sixes Odd Future Wolf Gang Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without Abel I can make music that makes sense, but not mentally stable Eighteen, with the whole world in front of me Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we Odd Future Wolf Gang Odd Future Wolf Gang I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk I skip to places, smiley faces, while you fucking walk My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit You have highlights about your life, I have life bout my highlights, bitch Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid Watch them grow, and then you die? No, nigga, fuck the system Odd Future Wolf Gang Good kids make bad grown-ups Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at Still growing, still learning, not knowing that Im Max I dont want to grow up, I know that shit for a fact Nigga, eighteen Odd Future Wolf Gang Odd Future Wolf Gang They say Im immature; I say that they depressed I talk to unicorns; Im wearing a uniform Of a nigga that dont give a fuck about time You live your life all serious while Im enjoying mine Wow, thats— Thats a really good way to look at it Yeah I mean... I dont. I mean Im really hyper and everything with my imagination Ohh okay—ADHD? Im not having ADHD like, one second, Im real hype as fuck, but the next minute, I can just slow that shit down

I am the Grinch, Cindy Lou who? I live in Who-ville, who are you? I got a dog, his name is Max Coffee in my cup, that is a fact I was in snow, aint need a coat Max with the sled, off with their head I dont like love, I dont like fun When Im around, Christmas is done I am the Grinch Hey, how you doing, you scum? Its a pleasure to meet you I am the Grinch Im here to ruin your day, this will end in defeat I am the Grinch I get to ridin and ridin and ridin around I am the Grinch Thats what they call me when they talk about me around the town Youre the Grinch, youre the Grinch Youre so problematic, youre the Grinch Youre the Grinch, youre the Grinch Youre so problematic, youre the Grinch Youre the Grinch, youre the Grinch Youre so problematic, youre the Grinch Youre the Grinch, youre the Grinch Youre so problematic Ayo 25, 25, 25, 25 25 days in a month 25 days aint enough where I dont give a— 25 days got the lock with the chain at the door Dont knock, no gifts over here I dont smell nothing in the air You can take that over there and I dont really care Tell your homeboy in the red suit to chill Before I ban him from Who-ville I aint playing with you 11 days coming up boy 25 aint enough, yeah I just hope you have a Merry Christmas, yeah Jingle Bells, can you hear them bells Its them Jingle Bells in the front, yeah I just hope you have a Merry— 25, 25, 25, 25 25 days in a month 25 days aint enough where I dont give a—wait a minute! 25 days got the lock with the chain at the door Dont knock, no gifts over here I am the Grinch Hey, how you doing, you scum? Its a pleasure to meet you I am the Grinch Im here to ruin your day to swoop in and defeat I am the Grinch I get to ridin’ and ridin’ and ridin’ around I am the Grinch Thats what they call me when they talk about me around the town Thats me! Hello Nice to meet you

This right here for anyone who ride with me Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me In the game, not just on the sideline with me Im a sinner, Ill admit it, but I got God with me Been to Hell and back twice just to feel the burn If your ass dont fall down then youll never learn I just wanna be the best that I can be I just wanna be me, even if it sound naive I thought acceptance from others it would set me free But it didnt, no Oh, no, it never did No matter what I say, no matter what I give Sometimes people make me question if I wanna live We call that a dark day, such a dark day But I know tomorrow gon come, it gon come my way And I know in my heart its gon be a better day, its gon be a better day Thats why I came here to say Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen We make plans and God laughs Feel like the older I get, the quicker time pass Some people live in the past, others live in a flask Even your picture-perfect life, it could be gone in a flash Texting on your way to work and now your brains on the dash We all powerless Specially people think power last I aint cowardice, but sometimes wish I lived behind a mask Cause facing this world its such a rigorous task It feel like the world wanna put me in the casket Wish I was stronger, wish I could just get past it If you feelin how Im feelin when the song play, blast it If you feelin how Im feelin when you hear this, let me get an... Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen This right here for anyone who ride with me Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me In the game, not just on the sideline with me Im a sinner, Ill admit it, but I got God with me Came up on Section 8 and I made it, yo, mom, look Writin these raps in a Louis Vuitton rhyme book I never thought Id make it out the hood and now Im shook I finally made it out my hood, everybody look Im across the street waving where the grass is greener Hating on how far Ive come, I dont give a damn, Gina This a celebration with no invitation This the last one then Im done, permanent vacation Only place I felt I belonged was Babel station Cooking crack, cooking crack for my generation Now its time to conclude the incredible true story, and transformation Salutations

Fuck you running for, nigga? Ayy, nigga, come here, nigga Let me try that hat on I told you come over here, stupid bitch Come over here with that weak ass hat All yall niggas smoking yall brains out In the car called life, took the lame route Going nowhere fast, but you think that you not Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop At his drop top, took another lame out Oh, you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga? Well, I hope you understand you aint shit, nigga Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas And make sure that your mama cry the pain out Now that gangs out to get you, but you stuck in the same house Nigga never came out, wow Its a shame how you got sucked in that life But hey, man, at least you got a name now They say you a real nigga cause you kill niggas Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out For approval, boy, you cant even hang out That light you hit, it was the light I held Thats why you never ever see me with my chain out I dont need to, truth they dont feed you Lies what they got on their plate, they gon eat you They got a homie called Karma, he gon meet you Better look the other way if he ever see you And run as fast as you can, nigga Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin Thats the shit I be talkin bout, though We aint tryna hear that shit, my nigga Cuz, stay preachy, cuz Like, nigga, come on, homie I dont wanna hear that shit Preachy shit, my nigga Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz? Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin I dont give a fuck, nigga Whatchu mean?

Youre a mean one You really are a heel Youre as cuddly as a cactus Youre as charming as an eel Mr. Grinch, youre a bad banana , with the greasy black peel Youre a vile one You got termites in your smile You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile You’re a foul one Friends you don’t have none I wouldnt touch you with a 39-and-a-half foot pole! Youre a monster Your hearts an empty hole You got garlic in your soul You got garlic in your soul All them smiles homie I turn em to frowns All them decorations I tear em down You can ask Max, I dont play around Ayo Who is this mean fellow With his skin all green and his teeth all yellow? What you so mad for? Halloween come around and we aint knockin at your door, mane Mr. Grinch, youre a bad banana Youre gonna spoil everybody with your bad attitude Mr. Grinch La-la-la Who is this mean fellow With his skin all green and his teeth all yellow? What you so mad for? Halloween come around and we aint knockin at your door! Bad banana

Yuh, ayo Ayo I put the feline in my hair, looking like a cheetah pet And you know they getting green if a flower on they neck If a flower on they neck hit Clancy on the text I aint tryna check a bag, can we get another jet? I aint gassin niggas up, but that fuel is 50 grand Passionfruit in D.R., had me dripping in the sand New nigga from New York, Ima give him sticky hands Sticky fingers from the green, Jasper playing with them grams They was playing at the Gramms, one nom aint enough Im a make sure that that shit aint happening again, yuh Golf boys, its them golf boys In that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boy Getting to the paper better re-up on the chalkboard Because the student turned into the teacher Dont talk boy, class in session 1 through 5, Im a 7 Im a god nigga ask your reverend And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven Hot-coco outta chinas nigga pass the beverage, yuh Comme Des on that hombre Haters with the long face New whip is Pirelli tired like a long day Big dollars, the scent Prada Skinny nigga also big poppa, women they adore me If you see me out in public, no pictures dont record me I dont really fuck with yall niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh Bitch One take Yuh

Now when I first saw you I could tell you was the one That Ive been searchin for I needed somethin that was like the Sun Now all my flowers grow Right now my life, it blooms, baby Youre my favorite color, my favorite color My favorite colors you Its like the endless summer, endless summer It never ends with you Cause youre my yellow, yellow, yellow Cause youre my yellow, yellow, yellow

Nigga this is BlackenedWhite Nigga fuck the black and whites Got a strap, my muthafuckin bat and knife Cant wait til a cop aint actin right Why the fuck the feds keep callin us? Pullin up in trucks, carried off in a bus Bitch Im smokin OG, premeditated OC Organized crime, I kill your boss SK for dinner and forget to floss Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross Sure runnin like Im heavy hardcore Drive-by 207 and 11-24 Im a 417 with a bulletproof vest Bust his muthafuckin head, got his muthafuckin neck Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin chest Aimin at his partner who know he up next Or any grand thefts, man I dont give a fuck Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck Left Brain is a 51-50 Reason MellowHype BlackenedWhites rollin with me R.I.P. to the cops with the goal to get me Im a 390 nigga fuckin tipsy Bitch, fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck em all, kill em all, fuck the police I said, fuck a cop non-stop Pop the Glock, my bitch is Uffie Pull off in my all black Humvee So the pigs dont tryna cuff me Im sippin 2-11, bout to plan a 211 Murder your partner, hell meet you in heaven Lucky number 667, I mean 666 I got six clips to the fuckin duct tape Ey, butt rape on a female cop She can chew my balls, she can swallow my cock Try and pull me over, I will not stop 22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down Callin all cars, theres another man down Bitch, fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck the police, muthafuck the police Fuck em all, kill em all, fuck the police A couple of Sprites but no beer This Batmobile is real hard to steer So on my way here I hit a couple of queer My windshield got hit and smashed a couple of deer Aw shit, the piggy is getting near I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear Is pulled into the rear and all I fucking hear is Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock Fuck that job been around that block All you wanna do is get that stick Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch Nigga fuck you cracker, I put you six feet And Im six feet Im black and Im loud, what a damn co-winky-dink Fuck you pig what? (Youre gonna get handcuffed Drove to the station and get a couple years inside of the prison) Why? So I can get shanked up and get butt fucked? Well thats not happening captain Not this time nigga, BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! (Houston we have a nigga down And the nigga that did it loves them gun sounds) Pow, pow, pow, pow, bust triple six round Now thats six cops found on that ground All I wanted to do was get that trick down That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet That O.F.W. motherfuckin G Nigga this Wolf Gang, fuck LAPD

Yooooooooooung Nigga (Bitch ass niggas! Imma fuck you up when I see you, nigga! I got the mothafuckin rocket launcher!) Yooooooooooung Nigga (Im aimin at yall bitch ass heads, nigga! Im killin ALL yall niggas!) Young Nigga got guns Young Nigga pack kush Young Nigga smoke blunts I hit a nigga in his neck Fuck aim, cant miss Got bazookas on deck My pasta be expensive Money be extensive Bitches on my dick Nigga, I dont give a fuck And a nigga got tux Gucci this, Gucci that Hoochies shake their little booty When they see me in my Coogi suit Young Nigga, Young Nigga Bitches want a Young Nigga, Young Nigga Bitches be like Yooooooooooung Nigga Yooooooooooung Nigga Young Nigga is ruthless Top gone like my coupe is I be popping at the feds Screaming Free Lil Boosie If a nigga got a problem Hit the nigga with the llama If a nigga got a problem Shoot a nigga in his dick Young Nigga got a scooter Young Niggas new bitch works at Hooters Your bitch got a line-up Nigga dont fuck with your boy I dont give a fuck, click-clack Hit a nigga in his back They want a Young Nigga, Young Nigga Bitches want a Young Nigga Young Nigga, Young Nigga You know its Young Nigga, Young Nigga Bitches be like Yooooooooooung Nigga Golf Wang

You dont really know what you got yourself into Boy, you think you know, but it just aint that simple I dont got the time, you should Read between the lines, cause youre Skimming through the pages, its Really looking dangerous You dont really know what you got yourself into Boy, you think you know, but it just aint that simple I dont got the time, you should Read between the lines, cause youre Skimming through the pages, its Really looking dangerous When Im driving in your car Make me feel like I could do anything But I do not have the drive Im in desperate need of your speed Of your speed, of your speed, of your speed When Im driving in your car Make me feel like I could do anything But I do not have the drive Im in desperate need of your speed Of your speed, of your speed, of your speed Baby, I can feel it coming, tell me, is it coming true? Maybe it was going perfectly the way you planned it to Lately Ive been thinking all I really wanna do is go Faster, can we go faster? Something in the air, I really just dont wanna take it slow If we waste the time, I think it might just make me miserable Lately Ive been thinking all I really wanna do is go Faster, can we go faster? You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash Better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash When Im driving in your car Make me feel like I could do anything But I do not have the drive Im in desperate need of your speed Of your speed, of your speed, of your speed When Im driving in your car Make me feel like I could do anything But I do not have the drive Im in desperate need of your speed Of your speed, of your speed, of your speed You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash You better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash Better hit your brakes fore you crash, boy, crash

Ballin Nigga we ballin All of my niggas get airtime Niggas call burner The Barber The way I put shit to his hairline Nigga gotta problem, hit the nigga with the llama If a nigga gotta problem, shoot a nigga in his dick Im the slumpy man Good night little bitch its bedtime 30 around my belt loop, and im not talking my waist size Burner in the cut, nigga Pasta eat that for lunch nigga School of hard knocks I got a degree in Swagging on you fuck niggas I smoke like a Rasta Eat like Italian that expensive pasta You dont want that problem Im Dr. Dolittle, I talk to the llama I should buy a whale I just bought a lion his name is Damonté I just bought Bugatti, I drove all the way to San Clemente Young Nigga spend thirty racks on his belt cuzz Young Nigga got bread like a homeless shelter I make snow angels with the cocaine All my niggas keep heaters, we dont need jackets I spent a lot of money, I’m happy I slumped a fuck nigga, I’m happy I fucked a Thotiana, I’m happy I just bought a Bugatti, I’m happy Happy I’m so damn happy You niggas can’t down me I’m always happy As long as I got money And these bitches on me They really want meee Girl, get up on me You know that I want you You know what me, and money can do I spent a lot of money, I’m happy I slumped a fuck nigga, I’m happy I fucked a Thotiana, I’m happy I just bought a Bugatti, I’m happy Bad yellow bitch, oh god, she on me Nasty nigga eat the pussy like macaroni You talkin shit I got the dogs they be on me I got the toolie in the stendo they be on me Turnt up nigga in the club With a bad bitch, nigga I’m smoking bud I don’t give a fuck, crash here in the club I’m a J, nigga what’s good Js over here, Js over there Me and my partner, J All we do is smoke weed, I’m over here Aba-akeh I kill em Just like that shit These motherfuckers over here I dont know why they talkin shit Cause they see me on my shit, nigga I’m always on my shit Yeeeaahhh, may as well look dumb and take a shit All over you pussy-ass hoes, this is how it goes You been exposed, bitch, take off yo clothes Do this shit fo sho Can’t fuck with me and my flow Nigga, this how it go-oowoah Bitch, I’m off the chain, off the chain Chillin on my neck right here This my fuckin thang Dude, this shit is off the chain Do these motherfuckers see the shit in my brain? Yall just the same niggas, aren’t you? Saaame Yeah, nigga You know it ain’t a motherfuckin track unless L-Boy on this shit We done shut it down. Young Nigga. IceJJ collab, my nigga I’m letting yall know, niggas. It’s real official now, my nigga We comin in ya house, slappin ya breakfast burrito out yo hand, nigga Cause we happy, nigga We takin the irrigation system. And fuckin it up, my nigga We changin ya muthuhfuckin address, nigga ‘Cause we ain’t playin’ no mo, nigga We uprootin your carpet, nigga Puttin hardwood floors in, nigga It’s over I’m runnin in ya house, shootin ya first-born son Changin his diaper after he’s dead My nigga, what’s good, nigga? What are we? What? Nigga We changin ya address ‘cause we happy, nigga. We outta this bitch, nigga.

Ace, the Creator OF Hodgy Beats We come through throbbing like thunder storms Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms Im too explosive for your ears like Im throwing bombs With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know its on Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons Hodgy Beats is like lip balm If you talk shit, Ill make you cry and tell your big moms I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms Haters must be starving nowadays, I make California Vietnam And Im going to embalm my creativity Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit Im on We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow niggas We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow bitches We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow niggas Slow it down, slow it down Slow it down Pink chinchilla, something like Thriller My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner Im never the winner, always the loser I dont choose to win, but I will choose her Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna I never use a fork, I always spoon her Go nuts, instrumental flow much European model white bitch is eating donuts Fuck you faggots, Im with a fat bitch Making shit come like Im Go-Go Gadget Im mental, its instrumental Make your bitches therapist ask for dental records And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow niggas We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow bitches We gon slow it down, you gon slow it down We gon slow it down for all you slow niggas Slow it down, slow it down Slow it down Yo, bubble gum that Reeses Pieces You fail at life, Ill mug your teachers Ive got Muslims calling on Jesus I fucked Kelly, where is Regis? Found Alicia, now she keyless Cold as ice, and now Im creamless Murdered every bod from my squad So technically, now Im teamless O.F. is so prestigious, yeah Um, its not that hard but Well, for me its not OFM, bangin on your FM Ace, The Creator Hodgy Beats OF, yes

Its 9:23 A.M And uh... an idea Summer fling idea Yeah, I dont know You said keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out You said keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out Its nothing serious Its nothing serious Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, Im daddy, no, Im not Youre a lot of fucking problems, you gon’ prolly show true colors By the time we tie the knot up, Tyler, Tyler, he got caught up Now they taking my ricotta, bunch of lawyers and ‘your honors’ I mean, no mama, more father but my fanbase thats from Goblin Dont believe me, I been saying since 13 but they blinded But whatever, Im reminded that I slightly got off topic of this song, shit Shout out Prophet, okay Could you tell me how far in the future do you see us? You can make decisions while your lips graze on my peach fuzz Pull out the guitar and learn some new chords from Anita Baker Baker got some acres out the window when you wake up Im a fish sign, my b-day March and put its knee up Bunch of yes sergeants til we barge in on them tea cups But guarantee that I will get my stripes just like Adidas Nah, we dont wear those, its UNOs when we put feet up, yeah You said keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out You said keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out Its nothing serious Its nothing serious Yo, shout out Stones Throw man Shout out Prophet Albums beautiful Summer flings and shit Its nothing serious, just, you know

Im a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense Straining my glottis, fucking hungry hippopotamus You niggas are in the bottom pit, obnoxiousness Is what I was raised around as a child Id rather chuck up my middle finger than give a bitch a smile Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, wheres that mothafuckin stapler? Uh, you hear that shit? Ay, run that shit back Yeah, that shit hot, nigga Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, wheres that mothafuckin stapler? Good grades on the wall, niggas hate to see me do it major I’m just a leader of my team and I ain’t afraid to trade ya Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused Bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews Sock a buster in his jaw Fuck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you aint got heart you aint got shit at all Sock a buster in his jaw Fuck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you aint got heart you aint got shit at all Where your homies at? Theyll get fucked up too Where your grandma at? Shell get fucked up too Where your bitch at? Shell get fucked up too Where the roof at? Well stomp that bitch through Where your homies at? Theyll get fucked up too Where your grandma at? Shell get fucked up too Where your bitch at? Shell get fucked up too Where the roof at? Well stomp that bitch through Here we go negero, I sing figaro, figaro Chunking up my deuce bigalow, burning bodies in infernos Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on Clancy said Im late for my flight, well they better hold on Cant wait til I fuckin buy me a jet, there gon be some hoes on it Just blow Os on it, count dough on it Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, dont it? Shit, Ill take a life for my moments moment Contract your own sale, fuck a deal, youre in auction Turn the bass up, give mothafuckas concussions Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove If niggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one You call this brand new, to me its Santa Cruz Dont find HB the man to lose, you aint a bruise Catch me on MTV or your local channel news In London recording to Muse, Im the man at the fuse Im fucking crazy, need slavery to behave me Engraving what I am saying into your mothafuckin brain and skull Sock a buster in his jaw Fuck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you aint got heart you aint got shit at all Sock a buster in his jaw Fuck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you aint got heart you aint got shit at all

Let me tell yall niggas a little motherfuckin story real quick Once upon a time, there was this group of dusty ass motherfuckers create a little group for themselves They call themselves Odd Future These little niggas made a motherfucking tape: Odd Future Tape Volume 2 You know, that ugly ass nigga Tyler with his bitch ass I should fuck that nigga up when I see him. Nappy ass hair Left Brain: that nigga ugly as fuck, big ass nose Syd, gay ass, puttin her clit on other bitches nipples and shit whatnot Matt big ass, big ass nigga with some small ass earrings, bald Mike G, crusty ass My nigga Earl ugly as fuck, lets have a moment of silence for that nigga real quick Fuck silence, fuck that My nigga Jasper, dirty fat ass, that nigga boxers stink My nigga Frank. Fuck, fuck Frank, nigga, fuck him Taco, oh, young bitch ass, I should, I, fuck, I hate all these niggas. And you know, that little short gay light-skinned nigga Hodgy and that fat ass nigga Domo Let me just...

This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info Young killa that be ridin round, swag me out, wipe me down Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin around Whole squad be pipin it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks Aint talkin grams but Im on deck, they talkin grams Im focused This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit Imagine that, I hardly kick them braggin raps But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet You hesitant and Im adamant, cant stop this, got the locksmith In the door, on the scene, cash rules and Im making cream like Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat Well fuck the bullshit its time to let these niggas know Let these niggas know, let these niggas know Getting money now nigga trust that Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that Yall niggas talking shit but yall wont bust back Nah! Im high as my confidence, nigga sue me Niggas acting like they part of the action Im in the movie Lets get it crackin, young nigga with fashion, two piece Louis With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty Yeah Im bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me Was frontin like my new teeth and now they lookin like Who he? Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is Listen kid, this is the part where Im swearing we win Money make the world go round Im preparing to spin I swear I love LA but when its ready to end Im in New York tossing dimes like Im Jeremy Lin Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat Well fuck the bullshit its time to let these niggas know Let these niggas know, let these niggas know Getting money now nigga trust that Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that Yall niggas talking shit but yall wont bust back Nah! Im a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus, low I bred measures, my hybrids better Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this I know you see the cars and the whips Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick Im here for the cash I aint calling in sick Next time I pick up the phone, Im calling in rich One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before I know I love my life for sure You know I fucked your wife, my whore Im a fucking animal, thats one hell of a species I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat Well fuck the bullshit its time to let these niggas know Let these niggas know, let these niggas know Getting money now nigga trust that Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that Yall niggas talking shit but yall wont bust back Nah! Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less Lose-lose, .22 caps in that catchers mitt And daddys absence was the reason why the swaggers this Similar to abstinent ass and you aint tappin shit Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again And dip fast as shit when all the cash cacklin Stanzas of them axes that him have to cut the chatter with Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip Black flak jacket tap dancin in a passion pit Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical Lips slurpin that lit purple, my bitch circular Not givin shits like writers when its personal Disgurstin as dick burpin when its vertical Oh shit thats the end huh Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!

Ahh, fuck, what time is it? Six, fuck, who needs to be up this early?Earl What? Earl, wake up What, Im up.. No Wake up, Earl No, Ima sleep with my.. Wake up, son No, Im asleep with my eyes open, thats fucking logical Faggot What? Wake the fuck up! Im up You have school right now No, I have school at eight, its six So thats why your ass isnt getting any breakfast, wake the fuck up I can fix myself breakfast, Im sixteen Earl What? Earl, wake the fuck up, you faggot! How bout you shut the fuck up, mom?!

Yeah, cmon Hear ye, hear ye You son of a bitch, you ScHoolboy Q and Tha Dogg Pound is in the motherfuckin house So uh, get your skates, get your... Get your issue, funky bitch, you slow on your feet Get your issue, funky bitch, you slow on your feet Get your issue, funky bitch, you slow on your feet Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, they jewelry aint froze Man, them bitches wont go when your money dont grow Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Steppin in my big blue Chucks Groovy Q, they all wanna fuck Park the Cutlass at the pump Hit the switches over speed bumps Knockin six-twelves in the trunk Where the girls with the rump? All the pretty bitches to the front All you groupie niggas to the back Put the 50s on the map Got my Hoover star on the hat Cause we groovin like that Yeah, we movin like that Slangin dick, I shoulda made racks Nigga, clean dick in that cat Got my jimmy on strap Like it when your booty get tapped Why your jewelry aint froze? Why your money wont grow? I move the pussy, cant fold Bruh, you on the down low Cuz work on Melrose Ima sling an elbow Get a job? Hell no Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, they jewelry aint froze Man, them bitches wont go when your money dont grow Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Woke up and Im already drunk Ima give the bitches what they want Put this dick up in your rib We could bring the party to the crib Give them bitches dick to mouth and then doggy on the couch Show her what this Crip nigga bout Nigga slangin D up in the drought Groovy bring the bitches out Nigga, West Coast up in the house Leave your trapping in the South Bring the grooves to your feet I could make a million every week Bro, this big body Benz aint cheap Why them bitches want me? Bro, you want it low-key Shit, I probably OD, Ima live it up free Judge, no, I never couldnt be Everybody dancefloor, what you got a man for? Girl, I could do the pussy Rambo Do I love her? Hell no Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, they jewelry aint froze Man, them bitches wont go when your money dont grow Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz In a drop-top, shit, yeah, the knock-knock Six in the morning and Im yelling out, Dont stop Money makes the world go round, in case you didnt know In case you didnt know about these pussies and these hoes And these sluts, whats up? Heard they actin up If you dont give a shit, then nigga, we dont give a fuck I told you once before that this is how the shit go ScHoolboy Q with Tha Dogg Pound flow, you know We hella faded Man, fuck that bitch, nigga, why you fakin? Man, fuck that bitch, nigga, why you hatin? Fuck that bitch, you trip This is what you get Fuckin round with this DPG shit TDE, bitch We aint talkin, no conversation We just bangin around the nation If you dont know, now you should know that Fuck that We aint talkin, no conversation We just bangin around the nation If you dont know, now you should know that Fuck that Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, them niggas aint hot Man, them niggas aint cold Man, they jewelry aint froze Man, them bitches wont go when your money dont grow Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz Big body, big Benz, big body, big Benz

Follow that sea Chase what you know Cover your weave Jump in the flow Yo, yeah, yo Uh, uh, uh Is this the way that you want it to end? Is this the way that you leave me? Already told you I dont wanna be friends Whats it gonna take for you to believe me? Is this the way that you want it to end? Is this the way that you leave me? Is this the way that you wanna pretend? Is this the way that you see me? Is this the way that you, way that you are? Yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when you come around Is this the way that you, way that you are? Yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when I come around Is this the way that you, way that you are? Is this the way that you leave me? Yo, yo, yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when you come around, yeah Whats it like where you are from? Are you the star of your town? Power up and make it your home Apparitions of your love Have you seen them falling short? Is this the way that you, way that you are? Yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when you come around Is this the way that you, way that you are? Yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when you come around Is this the way that you, way that you are? Yeah, bring hope when you come around Yeah, I still smile when you come around Yeah, I bring hope, what Is this the way that you leave me? I bring hope, yeah I bring hope, yeah I bring hope, yeah Bring hope when you come around Yeah, gee, I dont, sometimes I ask myself, like You know, what is it going to take for me not to be afraid To be loved the way, like, I really wanna be loved? But that I know how I really wanna be loved But Im, but Im, like, scared to really, really feel that You know, its like you want something But you dont know if you can handle it Ill love again You are the only one You give me that hope that, um Ill love again Maybe one day Ill get over my fears and Ill receive Youll be the only one Youll be the only one Follow that sea Chase what you know Cover your weave Jump in the flow Follow that sea Chase what you know Youll be the only one Cover your weave Jump in the flow

Listen, listen Real nigga I got yall Hit up a nigga eat up a hot dog AK-47 shoot a nigga Fuck you and your crew nigga Yall niggas weak as fuck I come through in a pink ass truck Big rims, big body Yall niggas 12 gauge shottie Pow, pow to a nigga dome Run up through a nigga home Nigga know his bitch a bitch And Im a dog I give that bitch a bone Arf, Arf, bark, bark cant see a nigga in the dark, dark Hit a nigga quick, nigga got a problem, make his bitch lick a dick Im a mothafuckin goon ass nigga you dont really wanna fuck with

We were fallin in the deep Bathe in the delight We were rollin up the street Chasing the divine, oh We were down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya We were wild and entertained, goin the whole day Bound to come undone Brown and brown Ooh What do you take from me? Will you, will you see? Yeah We were, we were down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya We were down Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya Down, down with ya, down with ya Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Selling your worth Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Down with y-down with y-down Babe, I come first Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?

Oh, no No, no No, no No, no No, no I was getting to feel All the way Keepin it real Give your all, you would say to me Only way to know your heart And it gives me hope for the trials And the fear of the unknown that moves too close But we gotta go Yeah, we gotta go But the way to do it Just Do us just Then you’ll know Go You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Ooh, ooh, know Youve got to know Youve got to know Youve got to know Youve got to know Youve got to know You’ve got to know You’ve got to know Youve got to know Youve got to- Ohh, ohh Yeah, ohh, ahh

Thats all I wanna do Ayy, yo Bucket hat like Im Gilligan Hit Wallace, I just ordered a Cullinan Milkin the cow, what are you niggas uttering? Churning the butter, sensitive niggas crying Stepping in puddles in them new The team Im assembling, you trembling We in a circle huddling, fumble and we coming in Tackling your empire, its Robert crumbling One nom? Huh, shit is humbling Im a fucking jumbotron, juggernaut You a G? No, youre not New balloon, watch it p- Concave on a skateboard Dont do surfboards, I dont ride waves Been around forever, Murrays Pomade, nigga Been like a decade, yeah, haha, uh, ayy, yo Keep it buck, I switch it up You niggas dont, thats why you stuck I needed seven figures, hit Australia, pick it up Find some young twink and get my nipples sucked Bad yellow bitch look like pimple pus Bad chocolate bitch look like Lionel knuckles Yall got too much baggage and I pack light, Louis trunk Luggage double C, emeralds double V Uni tee, but the sweater vest is me Lemonade, elderflower with the rose Sony red up, Ima split it with the bro, yeah Yeah Niggas like, Act your age, T, you trippin Pushin thirty, but the skin say different, well If I act my last deal, Im probably twelve I put some niggas on, nigga set a lob Then they hurt theyself, niggas Cheddar Bob Foot is on the gas, I aint letting off Every car is gas, pissing Greta off And they Group B and the leather soft And I knew the cow, and he better off dead One take Its like 7 a.m., haha

Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, youre buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense In this fucking line at Ralphs buying granola bars Left my members card And now this shit gon have an extra charge This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner So here I am at the store for some chips That Imma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit And Im still high, so Im tryna dip But Imma cut through the line to get outta this bitch What the fuck, who the fucks this gay nigga in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing? Nigga, fuck you, Im just eating Ruffles and gotta lotta stuff, fool So, why dont you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face Dont make me shoot up this place with lightsabers and guns And shoot caps at kneecaps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun, ugh Nigga, Im a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half Look up at the aftermath, blow some fucking hash and laugh Im a fucking ninja and a jedi and Im from Compton Better pick a better option fore these Nikes get to stomping Chomping at your oxygen cords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin I bet you lock and drop it, faggot bitch, you aint from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppins, with the piece that Kel was rockin I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass Ill hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math Oh, really? Youre silly giving tip drills to Nelly Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me Aw, fuck this! Im grabbing two kitchen knives And stabbing this Ice Cube look-a-like To show you a nigga with attitude Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls Ill roundhouse you into a fucking basket Push you into an old lady bagging plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells, but youre used to eating tacos Oh, a Taco joke? Domo smoke, I heard your album Sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote Im insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Never mind these messages, Monica her nigga arming Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead ‘cause Rileys into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty, ho, Alexis know the truthy, bro Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around The western hemisphere like all of Kiaras exes And bet this, Im a mothafuckin monster Fuck talking, Ill stab you with this fucking rocket launcher When I cock the beam back, Im aiming for Supreme hats Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like greenbacks You dont mean that, you faggot, Ill get your back And Ill snap it, and strangle you with that fucking leather jacket Fall, bitch, give me everything, Im taking all this And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch Fuck you, Im out Im high as fuck and I didnt call for all this Imma get on my zombie shit, wait, heres my carcass Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I fucking hate this job... Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Call me, you can call me Boy, just call me While you stalling, Im evolving Id give all me If you want it, I got it Come get it, Ima give it to you Just as much as you want it Boy, I wanna give it right to you Dont be afraid Meet me at my estate Boy, lets escape When you feel blue and like nobody got you I will stay by you It aint too late, but there aint time to wait We can escape Theyll get a clue Were like rubber, theyre glue I will stick by you Call me, you can call me Boy, just call me While you stalling, Im evolving Id give all me I aint fronting, know you want it When I give it, Ima keep it coming Youre an ocean, got me flooded Now my insides floating, got me gutted No one do it quite like you Got me sitting round writing haikus If you feel lonely or abused You know that all you gotta do is Call me, you can call me Boy, just call me While you stalling, Im evolving Id give all me If you want it, I got it Come get it, Ima give it to you Just as much as you want it Boy, I wanna give it right to you

Shit sound like some, Al Green shit nigga Yo Doms, please, hit these niggas Wooooohoohoo Shit Whew This is perfect This beat is fucking perfect Yeah Nigga Everything is perfect Domo Motherfuckin Genesis These Bapes Pants go perfect with these shoes I want everybody in this motherfucker Roll a blunt up right now I do, I like this Babe Short/Shoe combination And I got a Capri Sun in here A bit of this cold Capri Sun Kiwi Strawberry Dom, hit these niggas, man Im a mothafuckin asshole, its natural To act bashful in the presence of niggas with cash flow I spaz ho, laying somewhere close to where the grass grows Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo And that, kicking dust, my shit is ridiculous Quickly put my dick in sluts who nose tend to be sticking up Silly niggas, give it up, no person is sick enough The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up Miss nurse in the red shirt, Imma need some fucking head work Talk you into anything, with talking, Im an expert Just talking to you niggas and its sounding like my best work Best work? For now, yes, with every drop Im better Better than the rest, these niggas apply pressure These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these niggas When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas And Im still on my bullshit, locing with a full clip Thats the iPhone full of verses that I could spit Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, Whats good, bitch? Nah, really, whats trilly hood, bitch? Ham I may go, nigga extra mayo Thats the Frigidaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow Show the fuck out, dunk on a nigga and just hang, yo Im a boss nigga, fuck what it cost nigga You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss nigga Get lost nigga, out my vicinity Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy And these haters wont get my energy T the C, we did it G And Im higher than an Asian score on SATs And yeah, whatever Woooo! Wolf Gang, nigga! Golf Wang, nigga! It sound like Hiroshima in this motherfucker, man Real nigga, nigga! Make me smack a motherfucker, nigga Odd motherfuckin... Fuckin... Ooh, you dont even know! I just do it! Nigga! Good job, Dominique! Bye-bye!

Its the fucking AAAAHHH!!! Yell, I came too hard on it. I came way too hard on that. Imma be scaring kids and shit. Lemme, lemme tone that down, I’m sorry Its the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts Neck covered in colored emeralds, the yellow by the blue Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool, Im Mr. Made-A-Bundle Fuck being a rapper and lyrical, heres a ticket to carnival Barnacles! Now, I gotta brag Bimmer drive right bi you niggas like I was kinda fag With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus ass Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash I see a victim, call the fucking doctors Im starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood Cuz, red and blue like what the fucks popping? Im the blackface with white America, a noose in my pocket Everyones dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option So Im sorry, Martian, and activist Im bout to tie knots with And aint no one gon stop shit, Id rather find my pops Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tylers a fucking animal When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink I didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t know Al-Anon meetings meeting and greeting boy fickle Cucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickle Exchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol arms Niggas go to the drug dealer like Bristol farm, when it get it, its gone Seated next to Chunkys hands fidget marmoset monkeys This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at, how am I supposed to react When somebody here test my nervous, I’m clean and sober And still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over only getting older Snow and slush is colder, love don’t get you on the bus Free rides are in the Rover where teardrops wet on my shoulder Started hitting bars whiskey style shit You know a young nigga always finding new outlets Mentally I’m just crowded, but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit Live from the gutter, young stunner trumps what you niggas blundered I uppercut em by the bundle, nigga take a number Im bout my butter, never let them suckers take me under Cold like I hate the summer? You ungrateful son of a bitch I gave less a fuck and I struck it rich, suck my dick Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t fucking spit Bump your lips, guess you really ain’t sure who you fucking with You won’t find me on no office shit I’m semi-auto off this shit My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious With my partners on some raunchy shit, you better use your conscience quick I swear my whole demeanor all fucked up Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck Dumb fuck come one one it and get your mug bucked Love what? No love for these hoes we only love lust Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust Still out for blood when the suns up Fuck what you been talking bout, nigga, got a toddler reputation Just from chalking out niggas and bagging em up Dickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffs And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks Blunt got a nigga feeling like Im standing on my head Wolf pack back up out the shed, foaming at the mouth Got these bitches lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch Talking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to count I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come This the fucking sound of chickens coming home and roosting up The rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and run Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed Who exactly am I supposed to please? And nigga, who the fuck you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting Tyler pissy cause Im ashing on his momma Rover seat Beeline to the substance, impair the judgment Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip Wolf Gang nigga

Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga My swaggers straight through the roof, bitch Maharishi kicks and Bape Tees I really do this Snapping necks since 05, aint gotta prove shit Smoking joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is I never press, just relax, dont start choosing Taking notes on how to win, fucking students Left my main chick, now the new bitches Im scooping Stacey Dash type, Im cheating and they clueless Im from the gang or the pack or the litter Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister Chances are she is an avid OF listener And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor Party all night, its her dream to be with us Shell tae kwon do anything that we mentioned Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga I kept it G, kept the good weed fired up Its been a good year, record labels wanna hire us But OF just chilling, let the fuckers admire us My shits so swift, I could gang Miley Cyrus up But if she aint gonna smoke it aint gon happen Ice water cold, Im the coldest nigga rapping Yall was cool in high school, what the fuck happened? Still low like Laurel parking ticket is, Im dashing Are they gon pay us and will they make it rain? Yup Ignorant as fuck, but I swear I wont change up Thats a bad call, bitches catch fastballs Smack em out the park, delete their number, thats my last call Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga

Hello, no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone Beep I never had the courage to tell you I adore you I did it in a song, I was too afraid to call you I know, I know, Im sorry, I know Im annoyin I just want your attention Ever since I saw you, knew nothin was important Your gravity is too strong and its fuckin up my orbit Contact avoided by the time I record this I just want you to listen Everytime I see you, yeah, you brighten up my day Youre the cashmere to my cotton and I wished you felt the same More options in the alphabet, I know Ill be okay-kay-kay No, I wont... Cause its them rose tinted cheeks Its them rose tinted cheeks And its them rose tinted cheeks Its them rose tinted cheeks They Black Flag we AF We BF as AF But they wont get that Thats that 20 Century Women reference You so hard to get like intricate metaphors Companies? I own four But all I want is yours Hit the plex and catch a band Sushi spot I recommend Float around hittin wheelies, leg or engine-based, it all depends Either one is cool to me And youre way too cool for me Ima freeze to death tryna keep up Thirsty I am, I may need three cups, whats up? Everytime I see you, yeah, you brighten up my day Youre the cashmere to my cotton and I wished you felt the same More options in the alphabet, I know Ill be okay-kay-kay Its them rose tinted cheeks Its them rose tinted cheeks And its them rose tinted cheeks Its them rose tinted cheeks, uh La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Eye contact, eye contact, eye contact, yeah Speedin down the 5 in my newest ride You was kinda high, speakers mild high Track 10 track 10, dirt bike afternoons As long as pale skins near, I didnt have to leave the room Switch gears Roamed around fell in love Broke my leg, got stuck, what the fuck? Hit my head, wait, I wish you would fall in too, I said I wish you would fall in and snap them legs Cause Ima be stuck here until Im dead and gone La-la-la, la-la-la, uh La-la-la, la-la-la Yeah La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la I remember when we first met My eyes, like jeans too tight, I couldnt take em off you Youre precious metal I was a magnet just lookin Ive been searching for somethin But didnt know what I was looking for Then you popped and it became so clear Like that water up north, so clear Got me sayin Alright, alright And truthfully now Im intimidated by your existence Flustered because of your presence and Your absence leaves me, leaves me in a state of confusion... I mean... I really cant function La-la-la-la I cant explain it Im aware enough to know this is just a temporary pool of emotion, shit But since Im here, I might as well drown, so Please dont save me Ha ha ha, woo! Yeah, alright

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free Shoot for the sky like a church league, yall heard me Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds But I gotta apologize, no Greece like Xerxes Wont heat or burn me, Im the coolest nigga here Usually defecation, now Im pissing in your ear My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear Ill bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here Metaphor, chilling with better whores Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor What would I sell this for, this is free distribution Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing Yeah, cause Im the Super Sega Genesis Salute me, game: invented it, and you cant get no membership, little bitch Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip Of my dick, head, meltin off and let it rip Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick Thats equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette Tyler the Creator invented some new shit And its probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so If I give a fuck, its probably from my dick When Im Cheneyin your daughter, shes tied up inside a tent, yeah Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents Were back like a black bitchs hairline indent The shit I represent is killin niggas and shit Thats why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit I get it crackin like the lips of a nigga, actor Or a Dahmer when he invited me in for cheese and crackers Just to watch the Grammys, man shes so attractive Now hes mad and tryna run me over out with Gacys tractor Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats Like I was sponsored up by the fuckin Packers Shittin on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips Back washing to my gang, you dont wanna take a sip Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here lets take a trip Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard Forearm with my gang name, thats an old carve Chima Fergusons bangin, you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang Niggas rollin deep, burners pulled out Niggas in the street scared Cause I got the burner in the hand~ That shit was wack as fuck Dont ever rap again in your fuckin life

Thats that big shit Niggas know Im gettin money Niggas know Im gettin money Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Million for the summer house Love it when the sun be out, cause we be out Ridin around in that thing with the center roof And the inside is orange like a cantaloupe Got a Grammy and that just the interlude Yall niggas lucky I aint snatch the other two Got the lemon that sit on the earring And that bitch glimmering like bling Dance on the moon, it be like sing, nigga So far, so far, so far, so far Damn, bro, that neck on Lamb mode The boots in blue, the yellow hue That shit like rainbow, its big shit Big money, big cars, big jewels Big yard, big niggas, big talk Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Big dreaming, big business, big riskin Big winning, big living, big shit Its whatever, nigga, uh Big money, big cars, big jewels Big yard, big niggas, big talk Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Big dreaming, big business, big risks Big winning, big living, big shit Its whatever, nigga Maxo Biggie Poppa, who you know that do it better? Im the trap Barack Obama, Betty Crocker, used to pedal Mixin drugs, Buddy Love, Nutty Professor with Griselda Pockets Kim and Nikki Parker I make more money than professors Bitch, Im gettin cake Eight-figure nigga, no more Section 8 Moved mama out the hood We aint good, bitch, we doin great Big-ass mansion, new estate Friendly neighbors, pearly gates Sippin Arnold Palmers with my mama, chillin by the lake Broke-ass niggas love to hate Cant pay his rent, he always late I left the hood, they called me fake Aint shit realer than real estate All that flexin, cappin, thats below my tax bracket Before I buy a bitch a Birkin bag, I spend a bag on assets , big splashin Big money, big cars, big jewels Big yard, big niggas, big talk Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Big dreaming, big business, bitch riskin Big winning, big living, big shit Its whatever, nigga, uh Big money, big cars, big jewels Big yard, big niggas, big talk Fuck these niggas talkin bout? Big dreaming, big business, big risks Big winning, big living, big shit Its whatever, nigga, uh Yeah Err

Listen Listen Listen Bad ass bitch, big ass titties, man Got fucking AKs the size of a fucking mini van Listen Yall niggas got problems then yall do it So much fucking money in my pocket I fucking walk stupid, hold up Bad bitch look good in some nice pants Bet my bitch look good in some nice pants Niggas see me they be like, Shit, god damn, AK-47 tucked in that nigga nice pants! Hold on Yall got a little nigga started on some G-Shit Who that nigga that looked swagged out?, THATS ME BITCH! Dont play with a nigga money or its fucking family I got goon niggas named Jonathan and one named Tammy Yall niggas got a fucking problem say it to my fucking face Got lil niggas thatll sock you in the fucking face And if you think that they wont sock you in your fucking face Ayy you a bi-ahhhh! Pop you right in your fucking face

Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley and Domo Gen in this bitch I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids Some gasoline, me and Domo, were two talented kids Bitch, Im back like my jump on Jimmy Fallons ribs Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin at dicks Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz Man this rap shit is borin, this tourin is tearing me a new asshole Im not even enjoyin the fruits of my labor Thats cause Im up til four in the morning recording, fuck it If you think Im a dick, you bitch then why dont you, shove it Up your fuckin ass, I mastered this shit like Im, Grudman Cuban chain tucked cause you know I dont like, stuntin But since were on the subject, Im good bruh its, nothin Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up Youre full of bologna if you do not think my, breads up But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella Never mind, you dont even like sandwiches fella And Im still fuckin hungry, thats probably cause Im African Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again Uno, dos, tres, quatro Liftin up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout To be honest, when I drop it Im knockin the whole block out Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out Bitch regardless, Im the hardest, pullin all of the stops out Smellin like success, leave the room I bet it linger Word slinger, oh its itchin Im fixin the trigger finger I dont get respect its like somebody gotta die tonight Type to hit my special five times in a title fight Six in the morn, asthma flared and theres snot in my nose The needle got me sick, whatever Robitussin will get it Imma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything I imagine I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one Cause twenty-threes too late, Im done I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk Its No Idols, nigga Domo Genesis I got the game toe-touchin like its pigeon-toed Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals Listen yo, quit the bitchin, why you timid? I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul For all you know Im ultimate soldier type, its a horror story Reason you feelin worried, cause Im the poltergeist Im the evil thought thats approachin em on the coldest nights So when they ask me if Im bout to kill em, tell em, Show youre right I got my focus right as you could fuckin see now Plannin for my spot, make you forget it like you senile Document my awesomeness cause I dont like to freestyle I like to hit the dougie while she suckin on my penile Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches Im finished with Spit the sickest shit, dont put them tickets on your Christmas list Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit No Idols Our boy Al, everybodys pal

The only girl I ever loved Fucked some nigga that I really hate And the funny part about it that we didnt even date But at the end she could still say she got her pussy ate Yummy her in her tummy, pour out cause Cummy in her bummy means that a little me being coming So I let her blow my flute and start humming, bitchs brewin But that wasnt bubble gum that she was chewin Our relationship was like my music, chopped up, screwed up Made her sick threw up, I gave her everything that wasnt enough So I put two up, Im hot, she cool, I call it a blue crush We fucked, no kiss, thats it, fuck love Snort drugs, make songs, go skate, daily life Sarah or Dorothy, which one to make my wife Or maybe Ill just marry both of them bitches, maybe twice I was in love, but fuck it Dorothy, my everything She was my everything Sarah, I love you O.F.M. bangin in your muthafuckin FM, Tyler the Creator

Ooh Actin  like I didnt hear this beat before Ayo  Ayy, its Tyler, uh Wolf Haley Gap-Tooth  T, Bucket Hat T, Lemon-Head Enzo Lil  Bunny Bop, Ace the Creator, Thernus Haley Cybex, Beef Loaf Free  Rocky, free Rakim, thats my guy Um Ayo, um, ayo Free Rakim, free Rakim I  might fly to Sweden to free him Hmm, okay, Im freestyling Say it again Free Rakim, free Rakim I might fly to Sweden to free him Braid my wig, A$AP tat on my ribs Switch with him, then I can fuck all the Swede men that I wanna Actually, Im gonna Heat it up real quick, motherfucka, Im Lebron-a Listen, Flex, we just met but I know it dont seem Like R Kelly wet dreams, I always keep 16s, nigga Me and Flex looking in the index For buff net niggas just for some hot butt sex, mmm What—What made you go with that verse? I dont- What made you go with that verse? I got a little cousin, when I die, hell prolly take my estate I always tell him, Be himself, and always strive to be great Hmm, no, hmm My momma a dealer, her son crack, nigga Whats that, nigga? Facts, nigga, hmm Why when they mention black businesses, they never mention me, dawg? I dont know, please, see man Cause if they talkin Ms, GOLF did seventeen in 18, mothafucka And thats just one season, huh Stocks that I own, how much stocks do I own? All of it, the whole bird, thats my broth in the bowl, nigga Hmm, hmm, hmm Gimme a topic, Flex Cars I cant hear you Cars Vroom, vroom, zoom, zoom Sweepin niggas, inchin like a broom, broom Yeah, yeah, man, you know what it is Dont even look at my engine, bitch, you cant afford this Thats that muhfuckin McLaren, thats five hundred made Got the fuckin window tinted, cause I needed the shade And that E30 Bimmer, that you aint seen since you a teen Uh, back in 91, when they was doin E and PMD at the arena Macarena, Hayna, Jayna, Shayda, Raida, Aida Im back from LA, with Mexicans, they love the Raiders But I dont watch football, I just watch the crooks ball With them fuckin eight balls, sellin inside the hall of the high school I was not cool, niggas thought that I was weird and shit, they kept they space But its cool, cause now I got they amazin grace, nigga How many Ms? It dont matter how much I make Just know what it is, when you see face, the gap-tooth nigga, the big ears And them shoes you aint seen yet And, yes, if you like em nigga, I did design it, nigga How many figures Converse gimme for that? Well, I dont know, but out in Bel-Air I just copped the new flat And the flat top, on the top of the hat The one with the G, the store did a couple Ms this week Stop talkin to me, dawg, niggas playin around This is right off the top, this is right off the cock Me and Flex gon go round the block, and he gon get— He always slips up then he gets a little—a little aggressive Pause Right, a little aggressive He always slips up when gets a little aggressive It makes your ears and your eyebrows go up Uh, okay, um, listen They bringin up my past, I dont hide it Goblin out now, bitch, buy it Lookin for them tweets, bitch? Find it The cancel couch is fake and I recline it Man, I just dont know Niggas try to come for me, dawg, they confidence low, dawg Whats goin on? Mmm I dont got much else to say, so Ima end this shit Cause I got a lil date with this dude real quick We gon go prolly get some ice cream, and do, oh, wait a minute He just got off his damn last shift And he said that his momma cant do the dishes So he gotta go help her So Im gonna go and weep, and go look for someone on Yelp But thats not a dating app So what you use? Tinder, Grindr? Get with all your niggas, and get right behind em What, you gon do me like your DM, and slide em? Hmm Flex send me emoji No, there was no emoji, I aint send an emoji, wait a minute Now, Flex, why are you lyin? Why you tryna play me like change and 50 Cent when he was dyin? Tryin just to get it, get it, I split it I read it in it, and intended, your head was in it, um, mwah, I kiss it, nigga Scooby Doobie, oobie the lubie Me and Flex was cuddled up watchin Scooby Doo, eatin Scooby snacks He said he, Wanted my boobies I said, I dont got em He said, Whatever, nigga, I rock em We stock-a-bock em, ocka-rock em, tacka-dock em He dont eat pork, I thought this nigga was a Salaama Lakim Yall niggas crazy, when he called me, I was at the lake, bruh Be clear In Tahoe, I know, nigga, thats how I go Igor, Igor, Igor, niggas worshippin Igor Niggas be worshippin, they fuckin hands is kissin, and their knees sore, uh Free Rakim, free Rakim And Im screamin that until they free him Be clear Be clear, whatever, whatever Whatever I gotta do, I go get the cheddar And I dont even like pizza, but, whatever, more the better, nigga My ex bitch is wetter, nigga Nah, she dry as fuck, she like the canyon My niggas in Laurel Canyon All these white kids, they got the fandom His ex is gonna be lookin at this in, like, a year Think that Im funny because Im random We could be together like a tandem Man, this weird as fuck I keep flirting with Flex and he ain’t tryna fuck Now I’m confused, Ima leave, I just think that he hate me I thought I came here so he’d date me He talking about a freestyle Ugh, nigga, fuck rap, fuck that I was tryna take him back and take off that hat And we could be like mwah, mwah, mwah on the lips But that’s weird as fuck man, I’m talkin ‘bout dick Pause, pause, pause, nigga, pause, pause When we leave you gon’ give me your info so I call Sayin, “Link when you back in New York, I’m tryna give away a bike Maybe we can get some dinner at night” nigga Chows, Mr. Chows Fuckin lyin Mr. Chows, Mr. Chows, we there Look man, say less, say less, say less, say less Its ya boy T, man, all my niggas vegan Nah, thats fuckin weird, though They be eatin meat, though But I dont mean it in the Pause way, I mean no homo Glitter on my nails, glitter on my neck Niggas bitter as hell, they shit dont sell Im doin so well, man, they really hate to see me win Especially cause the gap tooth, and Im dark skinned But my shit clearer than that ball from Space Jam Im that man, Im that man See them diamonds on my hand, why am I talkin material shit? I dont even care, but Im just freestylin this bitch, man Niggas aint mad, they look Yall crooks, me and Jay was just talkin bout books Ima prolly build a buildin in the next two years, you wanna come? Sounds good Nah Flex, you wanna cum? Pause Flex, you tryna cum? He baited me for it, right, he baited me for it I didnt see that one, he caught me off guard, he got me, you got me, you got me

The Supreme tee is kinda dingy Pass the fucking puffer, nigga stingy with the Usher, let it burn Skate session with my niggas On a cloud, wheres my inhaler, I cant even breath I dont smoke weed But Im on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label And busters dont get the zimper in Chris Lighty, alrighty Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her Keepin all the arms and limbs in a large bin My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan In the fuckin toilet where my bars been They been the shit since Riley figured out she really likes Dark men Domo hitting bowls, nuggets size of coals Rolling a whole nother blunt the size of a troll Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol Sees us strolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona And some donuts, hell be in a hole, but were not gonna let it happen Im not talking music when I say were the best at wrapping The kush, coke, Ritalin, and mushroom caps in my system, um I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long Brass monkey, clarinet, ten drop in the gong Gas mask, vaporizer, tranquilize you with the bong Imagine gas and laxing, puff passing past tense Future kush, cool tour, poke your arms blue or Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream Besides OF, Mary Jane and me make a nice team Pause, aw you getting too fat, bitch Munchies, gaining weight is fucking automatic Cant fit into the plus size of that sacks fifth She get high, get down on hot dogs and pick up the cat bitch The powder is packed in the straw, Sammy claim he like chowder Nostrils are allowed to scream white power Overdose in a quince then detox, she rocks Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops And we the drug, and we the drug, and we the drug Bitch Im high as fuck, just let it sing to you I stay in the sky so theres no way you can get fly as me Niggas wish that some point in their life theyll get high as me Never though, got a dorm room filled with hella smoke With towels under the door hoping no one outside smell the dro Fuck it, Im blazing up, bad bitch craving dust So I passed it to her last thing she’ll see before waking up Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause her clothes stank Rolling paper skills, its the time I showcase So rush down, bitches want a star beat like old Bapes Where Davon at? cause he can Zieir too Big Cam Lawrence kid, you can even call Lionel Tyler dog, hit it once for the game Give it to Hodgy Beats then dish it off to the Brain My eyes heavy, someone give me a orange juice Louie V shades so my thoughts dont support you Thoughts decreases, hunger builds in my torso Paper plane on paper plane, can I please aboard you You, you, uh, ayo Vyron, light that one Kush, coke, X, mushroom Im high as fuck Im Atheist, so I let the blunt bless her Higher then a fat nigga bitch blood pressure On the dresser is the kush compressor That four cents of bags of fluorescent flower pedals Take a hit of this shit, inviting some Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb Baby girl, this is love, mixed with coke And the eighty proof is in the pudding, so is a pint of cum This is fun, dont you even try to run Get you high, get you drunk, oh wait, youre not even real This is fucking fake, snow white is in my nasal I dont even think Im able to shimmy passed the table Without tripping on cables, me and Travis crying Earl is probably dying, Cedric licking walls And all of us tripping balls, heart beating in a trance Im in a submissive stance, Im not fucking playing When I say call the ambulance, shit Call the fucking ambulance I cant feel me, call the.. I cant fucking breathe Im not fucking.. this isnt.. What the fuck is this he.. Yo call the ambulance, my heart is beating too fast Im bout to.. Open a fucking window

We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of fucking tarantulas Blow got me amped as fuck, ho niggas backing up And that nigga Short tell that nigga Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how the fuck Our number one fans is faggots that used to laugh at us Tell me whos as rad as us and the answer was Um, yall dope, Wolf Gang just the damper dust Yeah the dapper dogs take your head chop it off No father, fuck being proper bitch, were popping off And to top it off Im dropping monster monologues Thats hot enough to piss your local arson off Thats me spitting this fucking garbage toss As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick fags You fucking dead bitch chips, Im on my fifth bag with your bitch ass She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but its a chordaroy life Im living baby, Im living baby Im living baby, its a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I aint your baby Its a chordaroy life that Im living hazy Its a chordaroy life that Im living phase me People love Hodgy I hate you though I dont precipitate bitch, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause youre an outsider tryna get in brain I like girls but I dont fuck with tramps Im elephant tusking and they succulents Im shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously Im hot breeze, snot sneeze I cop weed for less of a percentage than I fucking plot seeds New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection Bitch I got my swag card, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have fools stepping Im a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice When I say Wolf Gang, you say Fuck that Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious buttcracks Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped This is fuck music here, let a couple sluts use it Show their boobs, and Ill hop out the booth when Im done pooping Grab a couple , stuff em in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming Fuck students Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could fucking splat and show you the fucking Iraq in us A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck Killing these niggas off quick Dont believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasnt bullets, that was copies of Bastard, you bitch

Snow is falling, its on the ground First delayed but its cancelled now Late to the train broke myself off Am I getting closer? Now am I getting closer? Taking the streets, Im moving slow Sure made a sweat now, whats there to lose? I just wanna get there before you go I hope Im getting closer I hope Im getting closer Leave the lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Unlock the door Im coming, Im coming No matter how far Leave the lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Ill be there in the morning Ill be there before you know it Going fast as I can But the traffic is bad And my rental is slow Im coming, Im coming Im coming home You on my team, I cant be alone You hear that ring, I pick up the phone Car, a plane, a walk, a train No matter which way baby, Im coming home Wish that I could press fast forward To the part where I get there Seeing all the lights on Leave the lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Unlock the door Im coming, Im coming No matter how far Leave the lights on It may take a while but Im coming home Bar is low, texts slow No goodbyes, no xo My flight delay, no echo Hurry cause the plans urgent Im trying to get home like the mans version Emergency until I see you And then you can hold mine like a hand surgeon But let me take your bow off Wooly knits, Prada hat so I can show off You my gift that I cant get until I get to that front door Its fluorescent if I leave with the lights on Yeah, leave the lights on