Mike G - Parking Lot lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] Tall ugly n***a with lips bigger than Tigger Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigga, (Uhh) Cotton-picking n***a, Golf Wang season sicker than the block Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uhh) Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend like I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these f**ing stickers (Uhm) Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't s** b**h, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh) Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uhh) OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh) Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask Plotting on the babysitter before dinner And hopefully I get her, if I don't, f** it then See I never simp son, polar opposite of Smithers, I'm done b**h [Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator] Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot The moon now working and the stars align I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] (Somebody told me...) I had a decline in the buzz Not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum And when I drop sh** you better have a towel and a sponge And ask Bob b**h, I eat a ton bucket of chum In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem This sh** fishy n***as dip like we were set in Harlem Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon We just sit and burn sh** just like my f**ing anthem [Mike G] I'm like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief Respect to whoever's minor appearances cause ma** hysteria But I'm still incomparable, I'm like the face of America I'm the amba**ador from a land made of gold I'm a f**ing centerfold, I'm something to behold I can k** a hundred shows, take one for the road I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator] It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh A son of a b**h I am, yup, I'm a sick pup (I thought that you were nice) Yeah, I am, s*ut I'm also half a** a racist who hates n***as – yep, I'm a mixed mutt Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case Golf is the bedsheets, (hat and my T-shirt) TrashWang sticker on that Chima Fergolfson I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon? [Outro] It's Loiter Squad n***a... f**ing Loiter Squad... Sam's after you Sam's after who? You! For what? What the f**? He found out that you and Salem been hanging out, he said he gonna k** you k** me? What the f** you mean k** me? Slow down, slow down, what the f** you mean he gonna k** me? I don't know, he just said he gonna k** you Not if I get to him first