French (Feat. Hodgy Beats) Tyler, The Creator (Ft. Hodgy)

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you smell the
Rectum. I'm like a chromosome I always X them
Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
And fuck Mary in her ass.. (haha) yo
I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their motherfucking porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging
And please, never disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging from my neck like it's a motherfucking circus

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Hodgy; DUO]
You little niggas better, check my French (my French)
Uh, You getting money better, check my French (my French)
Uh, what time is it, huh? Check my French (my French)
If you cop my shit you better, check my French, motherfucker
I make it move, check my French (my French)
I speak English but check my French (my French)
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French