Tyler, The Creator - 435 lyrics

Yeah, Ayo Ayo I put the feline in my hair Looking like a cheetah pet And you know they getting green If a flower on their neck If a flower on their neck Hit clancy on the text I ain't tryna check a bag Can we get another jet? I ain't gas n***as up But that fuel is 50 grand Pa**ionfruit in Dominican Rupublic Had me dripping in the sand New n***a from New York Ima give him sticky hands Sticky fingers from the green Jasper playing with them grams They was playing at the grams One nom ain't enough I'm a make sure that that sh** don't happen again Golf boys, it's them golf boys In that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boy Getting to the paper better reup on the chalk board Because the student turned into the teacher Don't talk boy, cla** in session 1-5, I'm a 7 I'm a god n***a ask your reverend And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven Hot-coco outta chinas n***a pa** the beverage Yeah Comme de on that hombre Haters with the long face New whip is pirelli tire'd like a long day Big dollars, the scent Prada Skinny n***a also big poppa, women they adore me If you see me out in public, no pictures don't record me I dont really f** with yall n***a, selfish at the orgy Uh b**h One take