[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't- (Hold up)
Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't- (Hold up)
Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this
Haha, that's what my mom was sayin'
She, she was cryin' and shit
It was, she was just like, "This shit is beautiful"
It was a beautiful moment
You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)
You never know where the fuck you gon' end up at
(Okay, haha, let’s go, now we ready)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (Yeah, oh)
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga)
Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh, right)
She went like "Ah, this the wish-a-nigga-could face" (Uh)
They ain't gettin' paper like they should, wait
(You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, shit)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Niggas ain't really on the type of shit he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli' for him (Oh shit)
I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan
I took that gold bitch home, niggas was big mad (Ugh, oh... shit)
I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car 'cause I ain't know how to celebrate (Top shelf, nigga)
That big boy, that big bitch for all weather
It never rain in Cali', came with an umbrella (Ooh)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out (Man, what the fuck?)
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout? (Sold out)
Good credit score, this card really can't max out (Wow)
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh)
Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg— (It's the face)
It's different, it's really different (Catch up, niggas)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Ayo, I might sled in Utah, LA too warm
My nigga tall, look like a bitch, I call him Mulan (Hey, oh)
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas cannot fuck with the form of true magic (Oh), new wand (Nigga)
That’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo (Ah)
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy from Malcolm in the Middle (Why I'm motherfuckin' rich)
Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (That's six)
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce pull up (Zero), Black boy hop out (That's seven)
Nah, I can't take this shit no more, man, I quit
That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga
Fuck niggas talking to me about?
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
(All storms is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it
(Fuckin' crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face
Fuck you mean, nigga?
[Intro: Tyler, Skaperen & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce Pull Up, Black Boy Hop Out
Shoutout til min mor og min far, ikke - (hold opp)
Å, min Gud, jeg har aldri sett ikke noe som dette
Haha, det er det min mor var sayin '
Hun, hun var Cryin 'og Shit
Det var, hun var akkurat som, "denne dritten er vakker"
Det var et vakkert øyeblikk
Du alltid - du holder alltid piknik-tepper i ryggen
Forårsaker deg, du vet aldri (gangsta grillz)
Du vet aldri hvor faen du gon 'ende opp på
(Ok, haha, la oss gå, nå er vi klare)
[Chorus: Tyler, Skaperen, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce Pull Up, Black Boy Hop Out
Shoutout til min mor og min far, trakk ikke ut
Msg selger ut, knuller disse niggas yap'en?
Whips på pisker, mine forfedre fikk de ryggen ut (ja, oh)
To, fire, fem hundre stabler for hetten (jeg våger deg, nigga)
Ring meg lumberjack fordi jeg skulle ønske en nigga ville løpe (uh-huh, høyre)
Hun gikk som "ah, dette ønsket-a-nigga-kunne møte" (Uh)
De er ikke gettin 'papir som de burde, vent
(Du Niggas Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda, Oh, Shit)
[Vers 1: Tyler, Skaperen, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Niggas er egentlig ikke på den typen dritt han på
Jeg slo drizzy og fortalte ham at jeg hadde en milli for ham (oh shit)
Jeg eier firmaene mine fulle, fortalte dem å holde lånet
Jeg tok det gull Bitch hjem, Niggas var Big Mad (Ugh, Oh ... Shit)
Jeg legger den tispe på hyllen for å la den ventilere
Og kjøpte en annen bil fordi jeg ikke vet hvordan jeg skal feire (topp hylle, nigga)
Den store gutten, den store tispen for alt vær
Det regner aldri i cali ', kom med en paraply (OOH)
[Chorus: Tyler, Skaperen, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce Pull Up, Black Boy Hop Out (Man, What The Fuck?)
Shoutout til min mor og min far, trakk ikke ut
Msg selger ut, knuller disse niggas yap'en? (Utsolgt)
God kreditt score, dette kortet kan virkelig ikke maksimere (wow)
To, fire, fem hundre stabler for hetten
Ring meg lumberjack fordi jeg skulle ønske en nigga ville løpe (uh-huh)
Nigga dette ansiktet, mannen jeg ønsker en nigg- (det er ansiktet)
Det er annerledes, det er veldig annerledes (ta opp, Niggas)
[Vers 2: Tyler, Skaperen & DJ Drama]
Ayo, jeg kan slede i Utah, la for varmt
Min nigga høy, ser ut som en tispe, jeg kaller ham mulan (hei, oh)
Salatfarget smaragd på fingeren, størrelsen på croutons
Niggas kan ikke knulle med form av ekte magi (OH), New Wand (Nigga)
Det er min nyanse, pleide å være den rare (ah)
Pleide å le av meg, hør på meg med ørene lukket
Pleide å behandle meg som den gutten fra Malcolm i midten (hvorfor jeg er morfuckin "rik)
Nå er jeg null, null, null, null, null, null (det er seks)
[Outro: Tyler, Skaperen, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce trekker opp (null), svart gutt hopp ut (det er syv)
Nah, jeg kan ikke ta denne dritten mer, mann, jeg sluttet
Det er det, jeg slutter, jeg sverger til Gud, Nigga
Fuck niggas snakker med meg om?
Kvalitet onsdagsmusikk
Ønsker-a-nigga-kunne møte
(Alle stormer er overskyet, nigga) oh ja, du ba om det
(Fuckin 'crumbs) ønsker-a-nigga-ville møte
Fuck du mener, nigga?