[Produced by Tyler, the Creator]

[Intro - Casey Veggies]
The moment you've all been waiting for–

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Uh, say hello to the great one
Mixtapes for free homie, here take one
It might come in handy, a record deal was the best thing
Y'all can hand me, my squad, the new Grammy family
Uh, but they ain't feelin' it, oh well, more bars, I'm spillin' it
Every time I touch a mic they be like yo, your touch is tight
Y'all's focus (?) slow shots, bash so hard and slow
Just like a robot, you not hot man
I'm sorry for the truth, Customized Greatly, killin' shit
Casey feels sorry in the booth, uh
Flow's so sweet they put fillings in my tooth, yeah
Fillings in my teeth, they see Creator on the beat
Casey Veggies on the vocals got you n***as in a chokehold, uh oh
Yeah, yeah, he's at it again, spread the word tell your moms and your friend
Yeah, because I'm

[Hook]
Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I'm)
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
The difference between me and them rappers
Is I wear clothes fresh out the wrapper
Undivided attention, the show's on
And no cancelled shit, it must go on
N***a, volume, too, uh, turn up the volume, too
I'm crazy lyrically, come get at me seriously
N***as know I kill 'em mentally and spiritually
I hope you're hearin' me, uh
First mixtape was hot, I hope you fear me
Believe that, y'all n***as didn't believe that he rap
And now y'all bob your heads to the things that he rap
Uh, y'all n***as didn't believe that he rap and
Now y'all bob your heads to the things that he rap
This n***a hated and she clap, no handshakes leave daps

[Hook]
Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I'm)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Damn, back for another one with robots
I'm so hot, you're cold, now here's a fucking sweater
Look, I can't have no other fun
With my pops probably cause he out with his other son
But, I'm super steezy like my last beat
My bitch super greezy like her lunch be granola bars
I spill healthy verses, call 'em granola bars
Now every bitch wanna eat her Casey Veggies with no salt
Now it's so crazy, other people than my moms is callin' me baby
My n***a get ya hopes down, you couldn't persuade me
To collaborate with you n***as, ya lyrics is lazy
I'm undefeated, but the suede shoes is Puma
I'm the cancer and the tumor with the drums and the tubas blastin'
I'm a crook and it's a castle
If I am the shit, then I'm guessin' my mom's a asshole
[Hook]
Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I'm)