Anarchy Hodgy (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I am sinful sentiment
Criminal Demon sent
The fuck your rumor lifestyle
What is your profile?
Bet it ain't zero to one eighty in two point five
I'm in a five point five
With my three five seven
Five bitches in the back listen to my voice like reverend
I drop them off in a parking lot
They run to their civic chevron
More meddling to the peddling
Going home to her hesband (hesband? FUCK YOUR HUSBAND BITCH)
Nigga I break your Mac-zilla to the max-i-mum
Blondy va-cuums cum, sucks like drac-u-la
Dirt De vil Cruella, white chocolate vanilla
Polka dotted spotted wallet interior croc-a-della
I'm cultivated face it smiles motivated braces
Start with your clothes and make up
Lashes rings and bracelets
Our strippers so naked
American Apparel spandex
Blows like a air conditioner
I'll make her a fan next
O.F. shows six tickets to row six
She catch six I throw six
She stretch dicks aerobics a blow fish
I know this, this ho-bitch
I sold tits to old rich motherfucks who she gold-digs (GIMME THAT GOLD!)