Odd Future, I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price No bargin', nigga that's a bargain Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin' dog On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoodle doodles I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' bitches' salads And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock To Soho, baby, Milo so dope The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane Niggas get the picture, I see, why? (They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
My nigga, no hook No hook, fuck a hook
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am not a fuckin' HypeBeast I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our Nikes I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin' White T Doo-rags to match, and I do sag In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange And I'm the only fuckin' rapper without a chain With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin' name And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!" Them ignorant thrashin' muthafuckers is my gang And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher White and black bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
My nigga, no hook No hook, fuck a hook
(It's gold) The gold is in the back (It's gold) The pixels in the front (It's gold) The beat's a fuckin' bully (Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man (Gold) The pink is in the sky (That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind (It's gold) The mind is in my gold The beat is turnin' old, so go
Synthesizer, I'm the muthafuckin' master Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin, this is a hype track HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad like a fat bitch
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
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