[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Sick to my m************ tummy
b**** must think I'm a m************ dummy
Because I dress b**my, b**** think I'm broke
b****, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since b******, Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess s*** that's weighting on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've f***** a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, b**** I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my n**** Taco
[Hook]
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, (Golf w***!) x3
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
So, a couple f*** threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist h***phobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm p******
You think I give a f***? I ain't even stick my d*** in yet
(No h***. Too soon.)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still, I'm sounding like a f****** newbie
Suck my d***, m***********, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs
Just to see where my f****** roof be
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Wait a God d*** second
I'm tripping b****, David Beckham
Will fall cause s***'s going down
Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction
(wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a God d*** speaker
Every time you play this s*** loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
Instead of grunts from a God d*** cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a God d*** seizure
[Hook]
Sick to my m************ tummy
b**** must think I'm a m************ dummy
Because I dress b**my, b**** think I'm broke
b****, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since b******, Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess s*** that's weighting on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've f***** a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, b**** I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my n**** Taco
[Hook]
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, Golf w***
f*** that, (Golf w***!) x3
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
So, a couple f*** threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist h***phobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm p******
You think I give a f***? I ain't even stick my d*** in yet
(No h***. Too soon.)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still, I'm sounding like a f****** newbie
Suck my d***, m***********, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs
Just to see where my f****** roof be
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Wait a God d*** second
I'm tripping b****, David Beckham
Will fall cause s***'s going down
Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction
(wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a God d*** speaker
Every time you play this s*** loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
Instead of grunts from a God d*** cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a God d*** seizure
[Hook]