Tyler, The Creator
Oldie (Verse)
[Verse]
Cocaine on the glass table
Propane blow out the smoke, spit a fable
No Aesop, no asap, like rocky
Slushy no wocky
Hunnid shots to yo door
She want me over, we gon' get dirty on the floor
Cum shots all upon yo room decor
Caravan holding bodies in a duffle bag
Duffle bags full, ain't no gym bag
Pass it by the cops, down bad
Burgundy rug I hate this fucking place
Codeine and my listerine, blood redder than my face
Cold veins, no pain
Propane
Cocaine, in my nose
White like the snow
Bold and brash
I took the cash
Put that in my stash
Why u textin me
Imma' ghost u, just so u know we enemiеs
Stomp em out in my af1s, they be clеan
Like a white girls teeth
After she sucked me
For a couple of beans
And i ain't talkin bout heinz
Yuh
[Outro]
Grab a 40, I got a nine
You can't keep up, well take that as a sign
I'm better, i get her wetter
Stoned, no rosetta
You talkin' on me, well we got berettas