Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I'm gonna throw up I got 5 on it I got 5 on it too, my nigga You smoking, my nigga? Nah, I ain't smoking Come on, nigga, just hit the fucking— Nah, you know I don't smoke This nigga never want to smoke, my nigga I'm high off life, nigga Straight edge ass nigga I'm good man If you ain't gonna fuckin' smoke nigga, then just rap for us, nigga A'ight nigga, I got this Yo, yo, look [Verse: Tyler, The Creator] I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found Where the black girls get their weaves back Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk" In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a flaming faggot Bouncing 'round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie Bet you thirty dollars you find hеr like Cartman found Kenny, dead I likе my girls smart, skinny Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever So don't ask for no mothafuckin' ride when you see us Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew 'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you Kill the jungle, let the cats loose You didn't see me here if someone ask you