[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Cops tripping on a n***a cause they know I'm a black man
The flow dirty like a really stinky trash can
n***as don't really want problems, I got guns, I solve em
These b**h n***as know i sell crack like concrete
And if you don't believe me, you can find me in the streets
My n***as be f**ing listening to N Sync
Mike, Doms The real sh**, n***a in pink
Y'all n***as don't got problems ok n***as don't talk none of that stuff
Get muffed, give a f**
And if you wanna laugh, I'll stick a f**ing bundle of bananas in my a**
p**y motherf**ers you need to shut the f** up
You n***as need to learn me and Lino in a f**ing G rolling on sherm
Smoking PCP bath salt n***a
Y'all n***as just all talk n***a
Wolf gang don't bark n***a we b**h n***as
When we see the spark n***a, I call on the cops
Snitch on a n***a, I give no f**s
If you got a problem with my b**h y'all a pot
I got fake Gucci, I got fake Louis, I got a f**ing dookie
I got a hoopty, bills ain't paid
Got a f**ed up liner, with no fade
n***a, Look at all of these a**es over here
Y'all n***as wanna talk sh** about my ears
Get your face took
Imma cyber bully and snitch on Facebook
Y'all n***as tell me that I'm ugly n***a
That sh** ain't even funny n***a
My momma love me n***a, so i don't care about your opinion