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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
hot and horny
Don't say shit that
You gon' start me from the top?
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's Is that potato salad?
Yo,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm
Got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the like baseball, play ball
Face wall when come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel
Bless at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like catfood
That dude, when I die they make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse a satchel
Go to any with money up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it hard to find talent
I it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
Word to Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You animal, you are corn

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!