[Intro: Childish Gambino]
We do it
We do it
We do it
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Kill 'em
That's what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils
In my forehead
As I code red
You'd be more dead
Than a horse head
In a four bedroom apartment
Bloggers that'll start s***
You wanna criticize me
Just so you can drink green tea
With Lykke Li at a speakeasy?
Wearin' some American Apparel
While you're starin' at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh
Can't get enough
Crime Mob s***, knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the b***
Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix
I'm a eunuch just 'cause I can't give a f***
Kiss her on the neck while she's b***onin' up
Uh and my pants down
It's funny how when I put Camp out
They gotta camp out
Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop
At your dad's house, hands down
Fake n***** say "you the man now"
Got a DJ like Roseanne's house
Sam go hard like a handjob, n****
Yeah, Childish don't go hard, what
Now everybody wanna f*** with me, s***
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude d***, uh
Now I understand why you gotta hate a n****
East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, n****
Y'all n***** lame, I'm fly as hell
'Cause I'm f*****' lame, and I don't even care
We do it
We do it
We do it
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Kill 'em
That's what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils
In my forehead
As I code red
You'd be more dead
Than a horse head
In a four bedroom apartment
Bloggers that'll start s***
You wanna criticize me
Just so you can drink green tea
With Lykke Li at a speakeasy?
Wearin' some American Apparel
While you're starin' at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh
Can't get enough
Crime Mob s***, knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the b***
Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix
I'm a eunuch just 'cause I can't give a f***
Kiss her on the neck while she's b***onin' up
Uh and my pants down
It's funny how when I put Camp out
They gotta camp out
Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop
At your dad's house, hands down
Fake n***** say "you the man now"
Got a DJ like Roseanne's house
Sam go hard like a handjob, n****
Yeah, Childish don't go hard, what
Now everybody wanna f*** with me, s***
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude d***, uh
Now I understand why you gotta hate a n****
East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, n****
Y'all n***** lame, I'm fly as hell
'Cause I'm f*****' lame, and I don't even care