Chordaroy

Lyrics

[Intro: Hodgy] Chordaroy Chordaroy, ch-chordaroy Chordaroy, ch-chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy Ch-chordaroy, chordaroy [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of fucking tarantulas Blow got me amped as fuck, ho niggas backing up And that nigga Short tell that nigga Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how the fuck Our number one fans is faggots that used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us, ha, and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the damper dust" Yeah, the dapper dogs take your head chop it off No father, fuck being proper bitch, we're popping off And to top it off, we dropping monster monologues That's hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick fags (Your bitch ass) You fucking dead bitch chips, I'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass [Chorus: Hodgy] She call me crazy (What), they call me crazy (What) They call me shady (What) but it's the chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's the chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's the chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's the chordaroy life that I'm living, phase me [Verse 2: Hodgy] People love Hodgy, I hate you though I don't precipitate, bitch, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain I like girls but I don't fuck with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they succulents I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws, Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I cop weed for less of a percentage than I fucking plot seeds New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection Bitch, I got my swag card, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have fools stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til' I can see the light Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice [Chorus: Hodgy] She call me crazy (What), they call me crazy (What) They call me shady (What) but it's the chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's the chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's the chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's the chordaroy life that I'm living, phase me [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] When I say "Wolf Gang", you say "Fuck that" Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious buttcracks Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped (Aah!) This that fuck music here, let a couple sluts use it Show their boobs, and I'll hop out the booth when I'm done pooping Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming "Fuck students" Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could fucking splat and show you the fucking Iraq in us A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggas the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck Killing these niggas off quick Don't believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard, you bitch (Bitch) [Chorus: Hodgy] She call me crazy (What), they call me crazy (What) They call me shady (What) but it's the chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's the chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's the chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's the chordaroy life that I'm living, phase me [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] Wolf Gang Free Earl We see you, nig​ger BlackenedWhite in this motherfucker, what?