(I can't read)
(I got five on it)
(I got five on it too my n***as)
(You smokin' n***a?)
Nah, I ain't smokin'
(n***a come on, just hit the f**in' blunt)
Nah, ya'll know I don't smoke man
(This n***a never wanna smoke)
I'm high off life n***a
(We should hotbox it)
(Straight-edge a** n***a)
I'm good man
(f** it, if you ain't gonna f**in' smoke n***a, just, just rap for us n***a)
Alright, I can hotbox it
Yo, yo, look
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
f** your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back, awesome I achieve that
Mini, blasting "You're a jerk" in some f**ing yellow skinnies
Looking like a f**ing f*ggot, bouncing 'round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my girls smart, skinny, kinda Pop Tart when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, f** fashion, Gucci belts is for them f*ggots
My hat is by Jabbia, and if you got a f**ing problem with the Future
You can get a d**h wish just like Atiba
f** the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's parent
Blind f**ing hate inside my heart, guaranteed that I'm sharing
In the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever so don't ask for no motherf**in' ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the sh**-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The sh**, you can mention me if anybody ask you
k** the jungle, let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you
(That n***a got off)
Hodgy Beats
Hodgy Beats:
I want to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head, sativa
Mike G:
We grind, these n***as asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting OF moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an OF prophet
No less profit, fiened when we drop sh**
Convertible coupe, b**hes scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you something to sell
Put these b**hes on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than Hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is f**ing Chanel
Light skinned women, all s** everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living life
This is everything that we call hype
I'm everything that they call nice
She in colors and sh**, she off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by n***as you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
Top ranked, number one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic 'cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other n***as smoke, they ain't this high
How high? n***a, higher than the kites they fly
You're high as f**, damn