[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Ugh, yeah, how you doing today?
Ugh
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Ace, The Creator, man, look
Casey Veggies, uh-huh
Odd Future, look
Look

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Hello, the hype is so mellow
Bitch, I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow
The blue polka dots, pink stripes, and it's pink on the title
N***a, fuck your role model, bitch, I'm my own idol, and
If you can't face it, my n***a, you can ass it
My accessorized accessories bring out my assets
N***a, this sound on acid tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
I suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging, the tom-toms
My produce selection is fresh, n***a, fuck Vons
Ace the underdog, throw them on the back bender
'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender
Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts
I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off
Step One: Pull your panties down and start to piss off
Step Two: Run to your radio, turn this shit off
N***a didn't bother, so my father didn't help
So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me with Gucci belts
Gucci imprint from leather welts
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh-huh, yeah
Ace, The Creator, man, ugh
Casey Veggies, yo
Uh-huh, Odd Future, n***a
Get used to, ugh
Let me—Aye, I'ma slow it down right quick for you
Look

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm so dapper, man, funky-fresh, Dapper Dan
I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand
On award tour, on excursions
I'm a virgin of swap meets, I'm so pure, so sick, it's no cure
I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?
The hat, the crew, the T-shirt is Supreme
Ugh!

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
And they see me, they play "Pictionary"
I got a good way with words like a dictionary
And in that dictionary, my name is by "Fresh"
They at the same spot, they making no progress
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Ear-gasms, they have them
The hotels we staying in twelve-star
Tyler said, "Yo, Casey, just write a twelve-bar"
If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars
You haters put up your guards
They against us? Oh, no
Red and white diamonds, Supreme, box logo
[Instrumental Outro]