Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] She ain't got the fattest ass, but she got the baddest assets And she give good brain to pass them AP classes And through these glasses, she the baddest (Bad bitch) And now I'm the gladdest, when I get her at night like Gladys And I for a fact know, that I love her more than a tad bit I'm lyin', Sarah still made me the saddest, bitch My heart engine was the fastest, and that bitch crashed it Robin Williams could not patch it (Nope!) Played me like a lottery, the one with the scratches A love locked down with the latches Could never brace a nigga down, I broke them brackets Was on the runway like fashion, we fucked with passion Fuck you, bitch, I got my car fixed, and now I'm smashin' But really, my engine works, zoom, keep flashin' [Verse 2: brandUn DeShay & Syd] Uh, wow, I must've lucked up 'Cause my life was a mess, just clusterfucked up You know in furniture stores, the hoes spill with the fabric samples? I wish that I could show you how I feel, but I told you how I feel, I think I'm in love From a nigga so small like a sink in my tub She busted out laughing, "How you think this shit up?" I said "Well, the key is really not to think much" And then we linked up, now a couple months passed, and Time's going to waste like crumpled up trash I just get nothing but flack "I swear you should've been a Ford car, how I maintenance yo' ass" High maintenance, my ass! I wish You would've put your turn signal on before you turned into a bitch Thought we was good to go, but you was running them red lights They said love was blind, I got caught in yo' headlights, dead [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Talkin' bout, "You need to be waxed, and be buffered" But you wasn't saying shit when you was yompin' at my muffler I would call you a Rent-A-Car, but If I do that I'm just gonna look like another customer (Hoe) You should think about the passenger, how he felt Cause every time I was inside of you, no seatbelt So if any pay due, have it in stick shift (Bitch) I got O.F. insurance with no interest (Ugh) Talkin' 'bout you're broke, but, baby girl you livin' How the fuck you livin' when I, I-I'm barely livin' How can you get far when you never even driven "I mean, well, I mean, easy-" (One, two, three) Listen, threw me in the dump, truthfully I don't give a fuck (Really?) Hell yeah, only drove you girl, when I was drunk Fuck it, could've had a brand new Lexus with my exes But I went for you, a bucket [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] (Um) Fuck you, bitch I really liked you, shit (I-I liked you too) Fuck (Oh, I'm sorry) Fuck (Stop yelling) Fuckin' crashed my car! Fuckin' drive my car, fuckin' drive my car I'm not gon' fuckin' cry, fucking goin' outta town Bitch, fuck if you lose If I don't shove my fuckin' dick in yo' mouth, bitch (I'm sorry) Oil change my motherfuckin' attitude Shit, shit (Stop) Ruff, haha