[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you smell the
Rectum. I'm like a chromosome I always X them
Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
And fuck Mary in her ass.. (haha) yo
I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their motherfucking porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging
And please, never disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging from my neck like it's a motherfucking circus

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Hodgy; DUO]
You little n***as better, check my French (my French)
Uh, You getting money better, check my French (my French)
Uh, what time is it, huh? Check my French (my French)
If you cop my shit you better, check my French, motherfucker
I make it move, check my French (my French)
I speak English but check my French (my French)
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator & Hodgy]
(Bitch!)
I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard
'Cause every girl I'm digging
When I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using a rubber
But fuck it, I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber
And leave it drippin' green and red like devil cheese buggers
Chewin' on cum like bubble gum from Hubba
This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp (Hahahahaha), yeah

Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffin' blow
I tell my friends its asthma every time I start to itch my throat
I got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"
'Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, that's silly hoe
The most that they can do is find me, I'm hiding
Somewhere where Chris Stokes can't find me
Oh no, Mr. Stokes, I don't like misters, no
Don't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Hodgy; DUO]
You little n***as better, check my French (my French)
You getting money better, check my French (my French)
Uh, what time is it, huh? Check my French (my French)
If you cop my shit you better, check my French, motherfucker
I make it move, check my French (my French)
I speak English but check my French (my French)
Your hoe be on my penis she, check my French (bitch!)
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Yo, you little n***as better check my French
I got allstars and you can check my bench
Left Brain, super three, Creator Ace, puttin' expressions in the music and create the face
Of the picture, punchline figured out, ah, I get ya
No you don't n***a, so won't you go figure
You seem confused anyway, pressured enough?
You the type of dude to choke when the pressure is up
The pressure is to pump and pressure is us
Bitches havin' eargasms and the pleasure is us
N***as wanna be OF and write letters to us
Competition's competition, yo, you better than us?
Digest what I'm saying? I don't think so
We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo
The odd n***as are beginning to spill these pink hoes
We think sorta odd, so we think so

[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Crusin' in my go-kart at Walmart sellin' cupcakes
Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter than buttrape
That involved, ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos
You homos, is loco you prolly drinking Cuervo
With some vatos with the door closed, watchin' zorro, you homos

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator & Dr. TC]
O-F
Yes
So, are you dating anyone right now? You know, or-
No, I'm.. I'm just playing the field right now
Ah, so, I'm guessing she's white since, she's "vanilla" (Hehe)