[Tyler the Creator & A$AP Rocky] That´s hot and horny Don´t say shit like that You gon´ start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What´s good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen
[Tyler the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain´t playing games But got some lil´ niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O´s, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers ´Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give ´em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that´s all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y´all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I´m alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don´t sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y´all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y´all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap´s and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Pari´
[A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don´t rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain´t a purse, it´s a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain´t sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don´t clip, you get nip like it´s catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain´t a purse it´s a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin´ and ramblin´ Mumblin and rappin´ Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I´m like Shabazz Palace´s last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab´s labyrinth Word to Kodak´s Black´s Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits
[Tyler the Creator] Ayo I´m the channel that you watch, I´m the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way I´m handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it´s me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain´t got a flannel as the top And I´m picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I´m a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain´t animal, you are corn