[Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah
Yo, Gunn, I'ma, I'ma just, I'ma just fuck around
(Ayo)
[Tyler, The Creator]
I got soul, niggas ain't gon' hide
Think you that big stepper, fuck around, get your ankles tied
I'm hot, boy, I'm from the depths of Hell where you can't survive
A cold day feel like a good oven when bakin' pies
I'm in that bitch chillin' like I sang about you were mine, you got it bad
You ain't gotta call me or hit my line, just (Brrr, hello?)
The doc said I need tranquilizer, new .40 got some mushroom, and psilocybin, how you doin'? (Bitch)
Bunny hop off me when the money stop and check the ring
See the blue moon like some runnin' cops
Check the doors, doors butterfly like when tummy drops
T with that Westside Gunn, you get ya' momma pop (FLYGOD)
[Westside Gunn]
All red lindell specs
Lookin' like Sally Jessy Raphaël in the stretch Corvette (Skrrt)
Peace love (Peace love), ayo, posin' with the AK (Brr)
My shooter in nueve
Yé Dominique, goin' twenty years vacay (Ah)
I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say (They say)
Icon, legend, master my perfection, he's killin' shit effortless
God-level flow, leather trench on Vetements (Ah)
For fiends, Supreme Pyrexs for measurements, devilish
Thousand round drum, fun, your head'll spin (Doot, doot, doot)
Exorcist, treacherous
[Tyler, The Creator]
If I was on that, niggas get slimed out
Like egg yolk, I got some contacts that take your eyes out (Ayo)
I don't play, that boy on timeout, the Cartier crash
I blew the tires out then hopped out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Like Leapfrog, baby, I'm out my mind now
Got too much paper, went overtime, and I ain't sign out
I'm that boy, if you need proof, press the rewind now
Or go get a map, go get lost nigga and find out, I'm out here
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