[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Y'all n***as got problems; what the fuck I got? Burners
What the fuck you saying to a real-ass n***a
Come through the streets, I got my car on ice skates
What the fuck you saying to me dog, I'm mean
Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen
Got a problem with it, chain all clean
Bitches on site, bitch I don't write
Off top, let these n***as know some dog
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
The AK-47 leave a n***a holey
Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli
I'm making that cheese, bowl of macaroni
I'm a make you my new tenderoni
[Verse 3: Left Brain]
Creep into your crib, I'll kill your daughter and your son
Then I'll hit you up with a fucking water gun
With the Odd Future water gun, it's on the shirt
I'll put you on the shirt, n***a, in the dirt
I ain't ready to lead the rap
Hold up, n***a
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring it back
N***as think the AK shit don't split
I don't give a fuck; I fucked my bitch
[Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt]
In her pussy, what the fuck you looking at?
Got a problem n***a, I could show you where we cooking at
Real n***a off top with the spit
I'm a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen
[Verse 6: Domo Genesis]
You already know Young Dom's pop the heater
Come and slam a bitch like a WWE diva
I go H.A.M. on the track, tote the MAC
Any n***a talk shit, I'm a smack him with the strap
I been had bitches, been had money
Been had True Religions n***a, ain't a thing funny
So racked up, I could buy the mall
Come through shopping Mr. Big and Mr. Tall
[Verse 7: Tyler, the Creator]
Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab
Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad
[Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Real n***a off the top with it
Come through, my diamonds look like Clicquot in the spot, n***a
Off top with the spit, bitch
I'm in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit
Real n***a off top, rich, bitch
Burner in the back, smack him in his dick
[Verse 9: Domo Genesis]
I be on the block, I be selling crack
I got that spicy-ass money, call it pepper jack
You know Doms is riding with the heater
I come through
[Verse 10: Tyler, the Creator]
I'm getting this green like a rake
I'm sneaky like a snake
[Verse 11: Left Brain]
I'm a hit a lick
I'm a hit a lick on your bitch tonight, n***a
If she don't act right, n***a, I'm a
Hit a lick on that bitch tonight
N***a, if she don't act right tonight, I'm a hit
[Verse 12: Na'kel Smith]
Be the witness, my n***a, I sell dope
I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat
Bitch ass n***as
[Verse 13: Matt]
I'm so icy that I need four wrists
Thirty bitches and my wolves in the forest
[Verse 14: Tyler, the Creator]
I'm big shit, you're poo little
Talking to your bitch, I'm Dr. Dolittle