Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies, brandUn DeShay - Rest Stop Flow lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies, brandUn DeShay - Rest Stop Flow lyrics]
I got that Alexander the
Great type imperial flow
Butterfingers, I’m droppin’ bars like
My signal was low a car full of Os
Looking like the cereal bowl
You hear me everywhere (I'm everywhere)
But I ain't stereo though
I heard they waiting on my downfall
They talking again
Shit, I tell em' "fall back"
Like it's autumn again
I know they waiting for my reply
But that's all they'll get
I got my mind on bigger shit
Tell them adios then
I'm doing this for the niggas before me
Life's a bitch but god forbid
That bitch divorce me
Fucking with these and one hoes
They quick to cross me
They found out the hard way
I guess they lost me
I'm feeling quite bossly now
I don't need love
Walking on air with my feet
Up a thousand feet up
I've been telling those to speak
Up because the money talking
It's hard to hear with
All these hundreds talking
Everyday I be shining ask the weather man
Now it's girls on my jock like a Letterman
I just do it the best
If that means I'm doing better than
Then fuck it, whatever then all day
BrandUn DeShay
I'm chillin' with the homies
Real talks, real conversations
Most of y'all speaking on what
Girl that nigga dating
I only speak to her and she say she facing
I hope she ain't got braces
Make her keep going til' I
Tell her she amazing
Casey keep spittin got these
Haters walking mazes
I used to play games now
I'm playing for the payment
Born in '93 with my girl from the '80s
I just say it again to them
Lotta niggas try to stop me
But I ran through them
Lotta niggas didn't believe I wave
My hands to them
Now everybody know exactly what the man doing
Ro man music pump it loud
Go ahead and make it grand to it
I just grab my pen and pad
And let my hands do it
It's Odd Future til' I stop
You heard my first music
Now when you come and see me
Rock bring a hurse to it you niggas
Ignorant, Atheist
Sound like a fucking monster
Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it
Badass posture
Copped some angel wings in Hell
Where they discounted
Mounted with the devil
He was formal with some Polo and some Dockers
Dancing with him
Playing vintage Cindi Lauper
With some Crips in all red
Like they playing Red Lobster
My bitch is white Italian to be exact
Mobster is her father
And he'll kill me when he finds
Out I'm reading her Harry Potter
Fuck him, I'm a demon
Fill your daughter up with semen
With Supreme embroidered logos
Making fun of homos cause it's funny
Tommy rugby Hilfiger
Screaming nigga with a cluck
I'm a fuckin' Nazi with a condom
Barely give a fuck
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91'
We hockey fuckin' awesome
Hit you with the Wolf Gang puck
Trucks thunder, now she's in the trunk
Wondering why she's 'bout to get
Raped and chopped up, lumber
He said write a sixteen
Well she was seventeen
And I'm only eighteen and
That's statutory rape
And if you fucking snitch on me I
Guess I'll make the great escape
To have a date with your dead
Body and I cannot be late
Might do a Ted Bundy
I can consider ya'll some haughtys
If they find me at my home
Guess I gotta fucking roam
All alone in the streets
Gotta hustle drugs for food
Gotta sell beats for clothes if
I really wanna eat
Fuck you, OFM bangin' on your mothafuckin' FM
Fuck Tammy fuck Tammy
Great type imperial flow
Butterfingers, I’m droppin’ bars like
My signal was low a car full of Os
Looking like the cereal bowl
You hear me everywhere (I'm everywhere)
But I ain't stereo though
I heard they waiting on my downfall
They talking again
Shit, I tell em' "fall back"
Like it's autumn again
I know they waiting for my reply
But that's all they'll get
I got my mind on bigger shit
Tell them adios then
I'm doing this for the niggas before me
Life's a bitch but god forbid
That bitch divorce me
Fucking with these and one hoes
They quick to cross me
They found out the hard way
I guess they lost me
I'm feeling quite bossly now
I don't need love
Walking on air with my feet
Up a thousand feet up
I've been telling those to speak
Up because the money talking
It's hard to hear with
All these hundreds talking
Everyday I be shining ask the weather man
Now it's girls on my jock like a Letterman
I just do it the best
If that means I'm doing better than
Then fuck it, whatever then all day
BrandUn DeShay
I'm chillin' with the homies
Real talks, real conversations
Most of y'all speaking on what
Girl that nigga dating
I only speak to her and she say she facing
I hope she ain't got braces
Make her keep going til' I
Tell her she amazing
Casey keep spittin got these
Haters walking mazes
I used to play games now
I'm playing for the payment
Born in '93 with my girl from the '80s
I just say it again to them
Lotta niggas try to stop me
But I ran through them
Lotta niggas didn't believe I wave
My hands to them
Now everybody know exactly what the man doing
Ro man music pump it loud
Go ahead and make it grand to it
I just grab my pen and pad
And let my hands do it
It's Odd Future til' I stop
You heard my first music
Now when you come and see me
Rock bring a hurse to it you niggas
Ignorant, Atheist
Sound like a fucking monster
Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it
Badass posture
Copped some angel wings in Hell
Where they discounted
Mounted with the devil
He was formal with some Polo and some Dockers
Dancing with him
Playing vintage Cindi Lauper
With some Crips in all red
Like they playing Red Lobster
My bitch is white Italian to be exact
Mobster is her father
And he'll kill me when he finds
Out I'm reading her Harry Potter
Fuck him, I'm a demon
Fill your daughter up with semen
With Supreme embroidered logos
Making fun of homos cause it's funny
Tommy rugby Hilfiger
Screaming nigga with a cluck
I'm a fuckin' Nazi with a condom
Barely give a fuck
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91'
We hockey fuckin' awesome
Hit you with the Wolf Gang puck
Trucks thunder, now she's in the trunk
Wondering why she's 'bout to get
Raped and chopped up, lumber
He said write a sixteen
Well she was seventeen
And I'm only eighteen and
That's statutory rape
And if you fucking snitch on me I
Guess I'll make the great escape
To have a date with your dead
Body and I cannot be late
Might do a Ted Bundy
I can consider ya'll some haughtys
If they find me at my home
Guess I gotta fucking roam
All alone in the streets
Gotta hustle drugs for food
Gotta sell beats for clothes if
I really wanna eat
Fuck you, OFM bangin' on your mothafuckin' FM
Fuck Tammy fuck Tammy