The Fly who couldn’t Fly straight Westside Gunn (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah
Yo, Gunn, I'ma, I'ma just, I'ma just fuck around and shit
(Ayo)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I got soul, niggas ankle high
Think you that big stepper, fuck around, get your ankles tied
I'm hot, boy (Uh), 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 Ford, it got so much room, it's 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 popped (FLYGOD)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
All-red Linda Farrow specs
Lookin' like Sally Jessy Raphaël in the stretch Corvette (Skrrt)
Peace love (Peace love), ayo, posin' with the AK (Brr)
My shooter in Loewe
Yé Dominique, goin' twenty years vacay (Ah)
I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say (They say)
Icon, legend, mastermind, perfectionist, killin' shit effortless
God-level flow, leather trench on Vetements (Ah)
For fiends, Supreme Pyrexes for measurements, devilish
Thousand round drum, fun, your head'll spin (Doot, doot, doot)
Exorcist, treacherous