[Intro: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I'm not crazy, I'm a fuck—ohh, shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker (Floopy fuckin' goober)
Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro
They ain't ready for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the green hat!
Ugh, fuck it
They ain't ready for the WANG$AP, niggas!
I—I'mma rap this next verse
Fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Yo
We gon' die legends!
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I hope you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga, and payin' your taxes (Yeah)
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs if you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh, shit, they are, because you not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in lean (Yeah), Xan every meal
You fuckin' weak, and you robbin' your plug? (Yeah)
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause, apparently, you're doin' your thing
Talk your shit, Young Nigga! Woo!
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh, you wearin' Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the reason
AHH! Right now, nigga
Ugh, right now
A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
She eatin' coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go "skrrt!" now (Talk your shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but shit (Vmmm)
Can't you lower the price down?
I'm not crazy, I'm a fuck—ohh, shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker (Floopy fuckin' goober)
Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro
They ain't ready for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the green hat!
Ugh, fuck it
They ain't ready for the WANG$AP, niggas!
I—I'mma rap this next verse
Fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Yo
We gon' die legends!
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I hope you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga, and payin' your taxes (Yeah)
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs if you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh, shit, they are, because you not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in lean (Yeah), Xan every meal
You fuckin' weak, and you robbin' your plug? (Yeah)
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause, apparently, you're doin' your thing
Talk your shit, Young Nigga! Woo!
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh, you wearin' Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the reason
AHH! Right now, nigga
Ugh, right now
A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
She eatin' coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go "skrrt!" now (Talk your shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but shit (Vmmm)
Can't you lower the price down?
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