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[Intro: the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
That's hot and
say shit like that
You gon' me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's Is that potato salad?
Yo,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your
Pause your life if you squares try to mess my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with water
I got back pains, neck heavy whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me
Explain why got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes I cop
thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play
wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel
Bless at you, nah I sneeze
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet your name on the barrel
If hollows clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think about the of rapping
All the freshmans in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
and rappin'
Mumble
I it hard to find actual talent
I it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's
on the album skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo
I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!