[Intro: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I'm not crazy, I'm a fuck—ohh, shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker (Floopy fuckin' goober)
Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro
They ain't ready for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the green hat!
Ugh, fuck it
They ain't ready for the WANG$AP, n***as!
I—I'mma rap this next verse
Fuck is n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Yo
We gon' die legends!

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I hope you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my n***a, and payin' your taxes (Yeah)
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your n***as on songs if you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' n***as opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh, shit, they are, because you not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in lean (Yeah), Xan every meal
You fuckin' weak, and you robbin' your plug? (Yeah)
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause, apparently, you're doin' your thing
Talk your shit, Young N***a! Woo!
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh, you wearin' Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, n***a, me the reason
AHH! Right now, n***a
Ugh, right now
A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
She eatin' coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go "skrrt!" now (Talk your shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but shit (Vmmm)
Can't you lower the price down?
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Tyler The Creator]
Fuck right now
Ayy! Ayy!
Fuck right now
Woo! God! Ayy
Ayy right now, n***a
What the fuck right now!
Go right now, n***a
What the fuck right now!
Bite down, n***a, here we go!

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
'Cause I'm not one (Woo!)
When it come to a vision, they ain't got one (Woo!)
Rolling Stone never gave me a cover, so...
Um... (god) So I shot one! (Woo!)
I ain't do college (Woo!), I said fuck them lessons (Yeah)
I ain't join no gang, I said fuck them weapons (Yeah)
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path (Woo!)
Cashed my first check and said "Fuck depression, n***a!"
(Got this money!)
N***a what you scared for? (Woo!)
Everybody lean, everybody gang though (right)
N***a you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on (Right)
Like you ain't seen no shit like mine (Woo!)
You ain't seen no dick like mine
Nahhh—pause
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
What the, what the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (Right now!)
What the fuck right now? (Golf Wang, n***a!)
What the fuck right now? (A$AP Gang, n***a!)
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (Ay ay ay ay)
What the fuck right now?
(These n***as don't know what we 'bout to do)
What the fuck right now? (Ay man)
(These n***as don't even understand! Goddamn, man!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Told you dickheads I'ma go nuts (Woo)
N***as told me to grow up (Hanh?!)
So I matured to a V10 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts (Skrrt, skrrt)
There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my n***a Schooly
Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego (Oww!)
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
Somethin' always lost with you n***as like Liam
Neeson, boy, you better run (Yeah!)
Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many cause their walk is bitter
N***as mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at?
'Cause I don't fuck with n***as (Woo!)
That's not my homie, that's not my whoadies (Yeah!)
That not my team, n***a, they're benchwarmers (Fuck 'em!)
I am a stormer, I am a trooper (Fuck 'em!)
I am a Koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as I moved it
I run the business, I do not got time for n***as' opinions
They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're deadweight, them n***as useless
Neck heavy like mothafuckin' bad news (Woo!)
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin' jump-jacks (Riiight)
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche (Hanh?)
My little brother Taco got a Bimmer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA, but of course
[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Get money, n***a! Get money!
All you funny-lookin' n***as, back the fuck up!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, man

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
Um, oh, I wanted to add this
I sit in room with a to-do list, pro-
Ceed to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin' foolish
Rollin' up and make excuses, fucking losers
Jesus, damn man

[Outro: A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator]
Fuck them n***as! Ayy, man, ayy, man!
What the fuck right now!
Ayy I just got one mothafuckin' question:
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these n***as wanna look like you now?
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a n***a like you now?
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these n***as frontin' like n***as ain't been invented the swag they runnin' with?
Why the fuck is n***as actin' like n***as ain't the originators of this shit?
Man, I tell these n***as they can die and suck a dick!
How was that?
Cool?

[Produced by Kanye West]