Odd Future, Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - P lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Odd Future, Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - P lyrics]
Broke dick, I'm looking for a drug lord
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar (One, um)
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in
My fucking abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win
Killing 'em off with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just rattling
Suit tailor never tattling
You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas
Bitch nigga my battle's sick
On top of being talented
Bitch I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous
Treasure chest better yet
I'll build on to the beat like tetris
Remember me forgetfulness? I
Am your correctionist
I stitched Odd and Future together
Like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck
Rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef
If hefferless i'm headed out to Sydney
Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security
The TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit
Forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot
A nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels
There's no place like home
Cock back and blast off
Written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch
That wasn't a 12 bar
(Tyler, what's up, nigga?)
I can't count (What's wrong?)
(Tyler what's wrong man?)
Let's see, what's wrong with me?
Might be my fucking Tourette's, see?
I need a vacation cause all
This shit got me stressing
So after the showers with Sandusky
Me and Sean Kingston went and
Rented a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile
Me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a
Faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album
To get pumped up
To finally ask -censored- when I
Can get my dick sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was handling
Dropping her kids off so she could
Come out and dance with me
Wine in the pantry
Wrestling on my trampoline
Learned some new chords while
You uncreatives were sampling
I'm Wolf, I spit flow retardedly
As retarded as the sound
Of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the
Kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the Odd
Future mothafuckin' sergeanting
(Tyler, calm the fuck down) No
I'm the fuck now my poppa didn't give one
That's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut throat
And if another fan asks
For a fucking photo while I'm
Snacking on my pizza lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman
When he acts right
Then have a mental breakdown and proceed
To use a crack pipe (don't do that)
OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be right back
I'm headed to the gun store
M-16's and them 6 teens came out of nowhere
Like your kid's wet dream
What you mean old news
Oh you really need us to fucking show you
Why we're harder than findin a fuckin
Snicker bar in Whole Foods
In a black hoodie
Nose bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the fuckin' security guard doesn't
Hold you in custody
But luckily had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step moms
None of you mothafuckas can fuck with me
Vete a la casa de tu mama
No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas
Que Odd Future ni que Odd Future
Yo no se que es eso, idiotas
Que chingados es Odd Future
Golf Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre
Ja y mira esa ropa
Parecen una bola de payasos mugrosos!
Por favor!
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar (One, um)
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in
My fucking abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win
Killing 'em off with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just rattling
Suit tailor never tattling
You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas
Bitch nigga my battle's sick
On top of being talented
Bitch I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous
Treasure chest better yet
I'll build on to the beat like tetris
Remember me forgetfulness? I
Am your correctionist
I stitched Odd and Future together
Like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck
Rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef
If hefferless i'm headed out to Sydney
Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security
The TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit
Forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot
A nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels
There's no place like home
Cock back and blast off
Written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch
That wasn't a 12 bar
(Tyler, what's up, nigga?)
I can't count (What's wrong?)
(Tyler what's wrong man?)
Let's see, what's wrong with me?
Might be my fucking Tourette's, see?
I need a vacation cause all
This shit got me stressing
So after the showers with Sandusky
Me and Sean Kingston went and
Rented a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile
Me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a
Faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album
To get pumped up
To finally ask -censored- when I
Can get my dick sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was handling
Dropping her kids off so she could
Come out and dance with me
Wine in the pantry
Wrestling on my trampoline
Learned some new chords while
You uncreatives were sampling
I'm Wolf, I spit flow retardedly
As retarded as the sound
Of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the
Kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the Odd
Future mothafuckin' sergeanting
(Tyler, calm the fuck down) No
I'm the fuck now my poppa didn't give one
That's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut throat
And if another fan asks
For a fucking photo while I'm
Snacking on my pizza lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman
When he acts right
Then have a mental breakdown and proceed
To use a crack pipe (don't do that)
OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be right back
I'm headed to the gun store
M-16's and them 6 teens came out of nowhere
Like your kid's wet dream
What you mean old news
Oh you really need us to fucking show you
Why we're harder than findin a fuckin
Snicker bar in Whole Foods
In a black hoodie
Nose bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the fuckin' security guard doesn't
Hold you in custody
But luckily had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step moms
None of you mothafuckas can fuck with me
Vete a la casa de tu mama
No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas
Que Odd Future ni que Odd Future
Yo no se que es eso, idiotas
Que chingados es Odd Future
Golf Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre
Ja y mira esa ropa
Parecen una bola de payasos mugrosos!
Por favor!