Tyler, The Creator - Diaper lyrics

Got a problem with the Golf? Fuck it
Then pick a spot
Like you're eating lunch and it's brunch
We could bring the beef
And the pots and the pans
Fuck it we could bring a lot
I just want to know if you can
Come and suck a dick or not? Hit her up
Pick her up in the front seat
Of my two seater vehicle
Hit the crib, grab the cuffs
Take pictures of her butt
Where's your mouth open up?
I just want to know if you can
Come and suck a dick or what
The fuck am I yapping about? It don't matter
I'm the one, hun
T is the sun and you're Saturn
Better stop with all of the chit chatter
Bitch I'm the tongue
I go dumblike the mental
Handicaps in the house
Y'all kiss butt like a nap on the couch
T the shit
I'm the weird little BLAH in your mouth
You better brush like Hova shoulder
Told you boys it never stop
I just want to know if you gon'
Come and suck a dick or not?
Pink and yellow in the fit, yeah
Ballin' now shit I wonder how I got here
Thanks to everyone whoever gave a fuck, yeah
A lot of niggas don’t know because I am, yeah
They told me to sit down, shit, I hate chairs
Fuck that instead I stood on their table
Flog Gnaw carnival, fuck ya' state fair
If you fuck with the Golf Boys nigga say yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with the Golf Boys
Nigga say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with T, man
Golf boys y'all ain't fuckin with me, man
Golf boys sorta like Stevie Wonder
Niggas can’t see me
I’m the man nigga don’t trip
Unless you got your bags
Gotta say shit nigga fuck you
And that's it nigga