[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, Skaberen & DJ DRAMA]
Rolls-Royce Træk op, Black Boy Hop Out
Shoutout til min mor og min far, ikke - (hold op)
Åh, min Gud, jeg har aldrig set NOTHIN 'som denne
Haha, det var hvad min mor sayin '
Hun, hun var cryin 'og lort
Det var, hun var ligesom: "Denne lort er smuk"
Det var et smukt øjeblik
Du alligevel - du holder altid picnic tæpper i ryggen
Fordi du, du ved aldrig (Gangsta Grillz)
Du ved aldrig, hvor fanden du goner 'ender på
(Okay, haha, lad os gå, nu er vi klar)
[Chorus: Tyler, Skaberen, DJ DRAMA & JASPER]
Rolls-Royce Træk op, Black Boy Hop Out
Shoutout til min mor og min far, tog ikke ud
Msg sælge ud, fuck disse niggas yap 'bout?
Pisker på piske, mine forfædre fik de bakker ud (ja, oh)
To, fire, fem hundrede stakke til hætten (jeg tør dig, nigga)
Ring til mig lumberjack 'fordi jeg ønsker en nigga ville race (uh-huh, højre)
Hun gik som "Ah, dette ønsket-en-nigga-kunne møde" (UH)
De er ikke gettin 'papir som de burde vente
(Du niggas villea, coulda, shoulda, åh, lort)
[Vers 1: Tyler, Skaberen, DJ DRAMA & JASPER]
Niggas er ikke rigtig på den slags lort han på
Jeg ramte drizzy og fortalte ham, at jeg havde en milli 'for ham (åh lort)
Jeg ejer mine virksomheder fulde, fortalte dem at holde lånet
Jeg tog det guld tæve hjem, niggas var stor gal (ugh, åh ... shit)
Jeg sætter den tæve på hylden for at lade den ventilere
Og købte en anden bil, fordi jeg ikke ved, hvordan man fejrer (øverste hylde, nigga)
Den store dreng, den store tæve for alt vejr
Det regner aldrig i cali ', kom med en paraply (OOH)
[Chorus: Tyler, Skaberen, DJ DRAMA & JASPER]
Rolls-Royce Træk op, Black Boy Hop ud (mand, hvad fanden?)
Shoutout til min mor og min far, tog ikke ud
Msg sælge ud, fuck disse niggas yap 'bout? (Udsolgt)
God kredit score, dette kort kan virkelig ikke maksimere ud (wow)
To, fire, fem hundrede stakke til emhætten
Ring mig lumberjack 'fordi jeg ønsker en nigga ville race (uh-huh)
Nigga dette ansigt, mand jeg ønsker en nigg- (det er ansigtet)
Det er anderledes, det er virkelig anderledes (fanger op, niggas)
[Vers 2: Tyler, Skaberen & DJ DRAMA]
Ayo, jeg kunne slæde i Utah, la for varmt
Min nigga høj, ligner en tæve, jeg kalder ham Mulan (Hey, OH)
Salatfarvet smaragd på finger, størrelsen af croutoner
Niggas kan ikke kneppe med form af sand magi (OH), ny Wand (nigga)
Det er min nuance, plejede at være den underlige (Ah)
Plejede at grine på mig, lytte til mig med deres ører lukket
Bruges til at behandle mig som den dreng fra Malcolm i midten (hvorfor jeg er morfuckin 'rig)
Nu er jeg nul, nul, nul, nul, nul, nul (det er seks)
[Outro: Tyler, Skaberen, DJ DRAMA & JASPER]
Rolls-Royce Træk op (nul), Sort Boy Hop Out (det er syv)
Nah, jeg kan ikke tage denne lort ikke mere, mand, jeg stoppede
Det er det, jeg holder op, jeg sværger til Gud, Nigga
Fuck niggas taler til mig om?
Kvalitet onsdag musik
Wish-a-nigga-kunne møde
(Alle storme er overskyet, nigga) Åh ja, du bad om det
(Fuckin 'crumbs) wish-a-nigga-ville møde
Fuck du mener, nigga?