Bubble Gum

Album cover art for "Bubble Gum" by Odd Future & Hodgy & Casey Veggies & Tyler, The Creator

Odd Future & Hodgy & Casey Veggies & Tyler, The Creator - Rap, Lo-Fi

Bubble Gum

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[Intro: Hodgy] Hahahahaha Super 3, O.F. Yes Um... [Verse 1: Hodgy] Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes Hodgy Beats—where he? Lookin' for a large payroll Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos I'm tryna stack chips, nigga, peelin' my potatoes If I'm not the biggest boss that you've see thus far Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars Big ponts bein' stuck into a Cuban cigar Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre We don't go to the club nigga, we post at the bar Have conversation with girls that don't know who we are With diamonds in our ears, lookin' like cube stars I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard [Chorus: Casey Veggies] And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, "Yummy yum" [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Now, ugly girls get out, the light skinned girls about Without a doubt, you niggas don't amount to shit No need to count Now, brin' the ruler out like Rick the Ruler, paid in full I'm cooler than your cooler Got these hoes, now, where's my garden tool? Fuck 'em all, all them fuck with the Future Out back with Thrash Hard, backyard beach cruiser, look You niggas can't contain the thoughts that's flowin' in my brain It synthesizes schizo neutron from steerin' paper planes And the white girls love me, and the haters shove me And push me until I beat the pussy up like it was ugly And that's without the loot, niggas take the time to tune The diamond dollars, bitch, I'm complex like Einstein's Rubik's Cube Look, I'm the truth, now stop darin' me Niggas kill yourself and decide to go back to therapy And my right is right, my right is left, my left is wrong Now, bitches throw your fuckin' bras off while I be writin' songs [Chorus: Casey Veggies] And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, "Yummy yum" [Verse 3: Hodgy] Gimme a couple commas while I abbreviate The war between the pen and paper, I alleviate Alexander is Hodgy, 'cause I can be the Great As long as I have a hundred mil' and the cheesesteak In a big briefcase like I won a sweepstakes Odd Future got money out the ass for G's sakes I feel like I can fly without wings on my back This is crack with me, but this crack ain't wack I got niggas hooked, yeah, the stadium packed And I flip that like a gymnasium mat It's grind time, and I'm making it stretch Why get less for more when you can get more for less? Pure for less, down Five three 18 thousand impress—in' If you comprehend what I recommend Press send if you comprehend what I recommend Odd Future [Beat Break] [Chorus: Casey Veggies] And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, "Yummy yum"

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Credits

Writers
  • Matt Martians
  • Pyramid Vritra
  • Tyler, The Creator
  • Hodgy