[Intro]
Let these n***as live, T

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Bitch ass n***as don't know me
New sandwich with bologna
I ain't really y'all n***as friends, none of y'all mother fucks is my homie
I bought a brand new tree
Y'all n***as don't know me
A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, AK-47 hit a n***a in his teeth
He be talking lotta shit but ain't wanna be handlin' the mother fuckin' business that he need to
If a n***a got a problem I'mma hit a n***a in his fucking back when I see you
Fuji Water, Fuji Water, I'mma go and piss on my daughter
You don't believe me? I'mma maul her

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Real n***a on the track, bitch
Come through with the sandwich
That's bread, lettuce, cheese, mustard, bread, crumble

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
You know the Buick got the suicides
Roll up on that Buick, n***a you gon' die
You'll never know who in-fucking-side
I come through, commit a fucking suicide
I got nine wives, nine lives, nine bags of chips, nine bitches, WE BOUT TO GO ON A FIELD TRIP
[Interlude: Earl]
You're so excited for that field trip, admit it. We about to go on a field trip! How stoked are for that field trip?

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Not me n***a cause I got the heat n***a
If you got a mother fucking problem, n***a I will lay the mother fucking shit down
Like lyrics on a beat n***a, get yo ass beat n***a!
Talk shit to me? I don't like that!
I put a fuckin' bundle of fucking bananas in my fuckin' ass

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator
My new bitch got a new line-up
Rolex with the time up
Don't believe I'm the best, n***a?
Playback, rewind-up!
I give no fucks
Do I give fucks?
Eyo, Clancy! I give no fucks!
These n***as got a problem on they hands
It might be me, it might be me
[Outro singing thing: Earl Sweatshirt]
Oh just wait y'all
Ey, real n***a for real
If you wanna be the one for me, you gon' have to show me your mother fuckin' hella skills
Bro thats all me, forrilla
Real n***a in the spot, I might come through with the Glock and kill ya
We gon' see till the night over
What you lookin' boy? Burnin'

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me wavy, the way that I'm cappin' ya
All black guns like I'm going to war with Africa
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit?

[Verse 6: Tyler, the Creator]
Pussy n***a think he talkin' shit to me on Facebook and Twitter?
Call me Mark McGwire, I'mma hitter!
Bitches know I'm the bomb, I'm mustard, you can call me Dijon