Tyler, The Creator, Mike G, Hodgy, ​brandUn DeShay - Session lyrics

I can’t read! (I'm gonna throw up)
I got 5 "I got 5 on it 2, my nigga"
(You smoking, my nigga?)
Nah, I ain't smoking
"Come on, nigga! Just hit the fucking-"
Nah, you know I don't smoke
"This nigga never want to smoke, my nigga"
I'm high off life, nigga
"Straight edge ass nigga" i'm good man
"If you ain't gonna fuckin' smoke nigga
Then just rap for us, nigga"
Aight nigga, I got this yo, yo, look

I'm Tyler, Mr green Hat
Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that
In the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini
Blasting "You're a jerk"


In some fucking yellow skinnies looking
Like a fucking faggot
Bouncing 'round the house trying to find
An easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find
Her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self racist, you should
Tape this, ask Sarah, i'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion
Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia
And if you got a fucking problem
With the future
You can get a death wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting
Head from someone's parent
A lot of fucking hate inside my heart
Guaranteed that I'm sharing in the force
With the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafuckin'
Ride when you see us swim right past you
The shit-list said that I'm
Nutty such a cashew
'Cause I jack off with dish
Soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit
You can mention me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle, let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I want to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights
I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head, Sativa

I'm good but y'all don't
Want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals
(woah)
Let's take them high like the decibels
So we get them high
Get them high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover
My tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future
Used to ride solo
'Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed
I show up with four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a
Keep lying til the verse end, fIN
BrandUn DeShay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, OF until, until
From now until forever, peace

We grind, these niggas asking for some promo
We sit back, observe
Stacking hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting OF moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an OF prophet
No less profit, fiened when we drop shit
Convertible coupe
Bitches scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down
Something like jail thought she hot I swear
Probably rougher than hell
And she ain't gay
But the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in
Bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living life
This is everything that they call hype
I'm everything that they call nice
She in colors and shit, she
Off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
Top ranked, number one my son
And she looking for them trees
Baby we got some
And stay focused on the women
And you get less done
It's ironic cause I always hear
You talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga
Higher than the kites they fly