[Intro]
Yeeeaaah, b**h!
Wolfgang
Sweatshirt-uh, ho!
b**h!
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Pigeon workers leave the studio wall sh**ted-up
sh** talkin' little f**, getcha' sista-sister f**ed
sh**, I hit stripper up we gone pickin' n***a-n***as
Stick inside the f**in' pops, worried, glue them b**hes up
Rippin' writtens while my n***a splittin'-splittin' blunts
Eyes hazey wit' my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt
Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup
Ice pickin' cripples 'till I get my pickle rub
Catch me-catch me poppin' pimples tellin' b**h's triple sixes
Stab-stabbing them with pencils in their temples 'till my dick erupts
It's really f**in' simple, s*ut, Wolfgang, get with us
We about to grab a FULL fista' nuts and lick 'em up
Turn it up, fisticuff, givin'-gi-givin' b**hes dick to s**
Let 'em drink the cum out a f**in'-f**in' paper cup
who*e's wider than the horse that I'm sniffin' up
Leave now if you ain't tryin' get them titties touched