[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Y'all niggas got problems; what the fuck I got? Burners What the fuck you saying to a real-ass nigga Come through the streets, I got my car on ice skates What the fuck you saying to me dog, I'm mean Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen Got a problem with it, chain all clean Bitches on site, bitch I don't write Off top, let these niggas know some dog
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] The AK-47 leave a nigga holey Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli I'm making that cheese, bowl of macaroni I'm a make you my new tenderoni
[Verse 3: Left Brain] Creep into your crib, I'll kill your daughter and your son Then I'll hit you up with a fucking water gun With the Odd Future water gun, it's on the shirt I'll put you on the shirt, nigga, in the dirt I ain't ready to lead the rap Hold up, nigga
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator] Bring it back Niggas think the AK shit don't split I don't give a fuck; I fucked my bitch
[Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt] In her pussy, what the fuck you looking at Got a problem nigga, I could show you where we cooking at Real nigga off top with the spit I'm a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen
[Verse 6: Domo Genesis] You already know Young Doms pop the heater Come and slam a bitch like a WWE diva I go H.A.M. on the track, tote the mac Any nigga talk shit, I'm a smack him with the strap I been had bitches, been had money Been had True Religions nigga, ain't a thing funny So racked up, I could buy the mall Come through shopping Mr. Big and Mr. Tall
[Verse 7: Tyler, the Creator] Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad
[Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt] Real nigga off the top with it Come through, my diamonds look like Clicquot in the spot, nigga Off top with the spit, bitch I'm in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit Real nigga off top, rich, bitch Burner in the back, smack him in his dick
[Verse 9: Domo Genesis] I be on the block, I be selling crack I got that spicy-ass money, call it pepper jack You know Doms is riding with the heater I come through
[Verse 10: Tyler, the Creator] I'm getting this green like a rake I'm sneaky like a snake
[Verse 11: Left Brain] I'm a hit a lick I'm a hit a lick on your bitch tonight, nigga If she don't act right, nigga, I'm a Hit a lick on that bitch tonight Nigga, if she don't act right tonight, I'm a hit
[Verse 12: Nakel Smith] Be the witness, my nigga, I sell dope I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat Bitch ass niggas
[Verse 13: Matt] I'm so icy that I need four wrists Thirty bitches and my wolves in the forest
[Verse 14: Tyler, the Creator] I'm big shit, your poo little Talking to your bitch, I'm Dr. Dolittle