[Verse 1: Tyler] Hello, the hype is so mellow b**h I'm dope but my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title n***a f** your role model b**h, I'm my own idol and If you can't face it my n***a, you can a** it My accessorize accessories bring out my a**ets n***a they sound on acid, tablets Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D gla**es I suffer from ADHD I should win a f**ing award for being me Beat banging the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh n***a, f** Vons Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transs**uals change gender Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this sh** off n***a didn't bother, so my father didn't help So when my mom would beat my a**, she would always hit me With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts [Verse 2] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] And they see me they play Pictionary I got a good way with words like a dictionary And in that dictionary my name is "by Fresh" They at the same spot they making no progress Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process Eargasms they have them The hotels we staying in twelve star Tyler say "Yo Casey just write a twelve bar" If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars You haters what up, you Gods They against us? Oh no Red and white diamonds, Supreme box logo