[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
[?], mother fucking god again
I was licking niggas balls until my fucking dick was red
But now these niggas think that I'm weak
I smoke mother fucking kush you don't even gotta speak
My niggas smoking on it, my niggas toking on it
I'm swallowing the fucking kush, y'all niggas choking on it, huh
AK-47 niggas know I got that money, nigga
I just fucked your bitch and after that I hit my Dougie
Hit my fucking Dougie like it ain't tomorrow
Ask a bitch does she got some pussy I could borrow
Hit that, hit that, money I get that
Nigga got a problem get is wig and I split that
Okay, okay, nigga cause I'm like DJ Quik
Just the way I quick that
Hit it with finesse, niggas know that I'm the best
Nigga do I got grey hair mother fucker
Do it look like this nigga stressed? Hell nah
These niggas already know, that I got bitches and I got hoes
And these niggas already- (What are you doing)?
What the fuck you doing? What the fuck I'm doing
Counting money up, nigga, uh
Any nigga got a problem, lil nigga better go and solve them
I'm with your baby mama
She Mexican and you already know that she made a nigga enchiladas
I'm with these niggas, making that money, counting these figures
I got z-