Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky - Potato Salad lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky - Potato Salad lyrics]
Yo, now you gon' start me
From the top? Listen shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder
I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster
I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do
It so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out
Tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try
To mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef
Like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all
Shiny with thick water i got back pains
Neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white
I whip cream and cop boys and I joystick
I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans
Y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams i'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean
But ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill
Them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill 'em with some Leo
DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them
Hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs
BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
(At you) bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke
Bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip
You get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die
They gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse
It's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit
Elaborate rap lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS" on the album skit's
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch
I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the
Sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes
Way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me
Fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga
I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man
Like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred
Born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahaha
Yeah!
K shiz, what up, nigga!
From the top? Listen shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder
I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster
I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do
It so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out
Tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try
To mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef
Like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all
Shiny with thick water i got back pains
Neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white
I whip cream and cop boys and I joystick
I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans
Y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams i'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean
But ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill
Them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill 'em with some Leo
DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them
Hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs
BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
(At you) bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke
Bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip
You get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die
They gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse
It's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit
Elaborate rap lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS" on the album skit's
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch
I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the
Sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes
Way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me
Fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga
I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man
Like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred
Born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahaha
Yeah!
K shiz, what up, nigga!