[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Cops tripping on a n***a cause they know I'm a black man
The flow dirty like a real stinky trash can
N***as don't really want no problems, I got guns, I solve em
These bitch n***as know I sell crack like concrete
And if you don't believe me, you can find me in the streets
My n***as be listening to fucking N Sync
Mike, Doms The real shit, n***a in pink
Y'all n***as don't got problems ok n***as don't talk none of that stuff
Get muffed, give a fuck
And if you wanna laugh, I'll stick a fucking bundle of bananas in my ass
Pussy motherfuckers you need to shut the fuck up
You n***as need to learn me and Lionel in a fucking G rolling on sherm
Smoking PCP bath salt n***a
Y'all n***as just all talk n***a
Wolf gang don't bark n***a we bitch n***as
When we see the spark n***a, I call on the cops
Snitch on a n***a, I give no fucks
If you got a problem with my bitch y'all a pot
I got fake Gucci, I got fake Louis, I got a fucking dookie
I got a hoopty, bills ain't paid
Got a fucked up line up, with no fade
N***a, Look at all of these asses over here
Y'all n***as wanna talk shit about my ears
Get your face took
Imma cyber bully and snitch on Facebook
Y'all n***as tell me that I'm ugly n***a
That shit ain't even funny n***a
My momma love me n***a, so i don't care about your opinion