[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back
And the bitches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back (Yeah, Earl Sweat, uh)
And the bitches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk
While I invest stock in wet rock
Smoke with all the big bitches, bumpin' "Bedrock"
Sub in the trunk, thumpin' up against the dead cops
And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine
And go harder than a fuckin' crack intervention
Clown of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you fags stand at attention
Odd Future, I'm your motherfuckin' general
Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask 'cause you finna know
Why this Playboy so sticky in the centerfold
Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes
Hit 'em low, riddle them with Chronicles of Riddick bows
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow
So I'm walkin' out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back
And the bitches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back (Yeah, Earl Sweat, uh)
And the bitches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk
While I invest stock in wet rock
Smoke with all the big bitches, bumpin' "Bedrock"
Sub in the trunk, thumpin' up against the dead cops
And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine
And go harder than a fuckin' crack intervention
Clown of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you fags stand at attention
Odd Future, I'm your motherfuckin' general
Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask 'cause you finna know
Why this Playboy so sticky in the centerfold
Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes
Hit 'em low, riddle them with Chronicles of Riddick bows
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow
So I'm walkin' out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'
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