Session (feat. Hodgy Beats, Mike G, BrandUn DeShay) feat. Hodgy Beats,Mike G,BrandUn DeShay

歌詞

I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap Fuck 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 minnie, blastin' "You're a jerk" In some fuckin' yellow skinnies lookin' like a fuckin' faggot Bouncin' round the house tryna 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 poptart, when I bite into 'em red I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots My hat is by GB, if you got a fuckin' problem With the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant I'm watchin' the Berrics gettin' head from someone's parent Blind fuckin' hate inside my heart, guaranteed That I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin' I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbeliever So don't ask for no muthafuckin' ride when you see us Swim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty such cashew Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos The shit you can mention me if anybody ask you Care to juggle with the cash news? You didn't see me here if someone ask you I wanna 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 to relieve ya But she'll get all in your head, Sativa We grind, these niggas asking for some promo We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet No less profit, themed when we drop shit Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split It's that crack, give you something to sell Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell Ain't she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel Light skinned women, all sex 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 shit, she off that northern lights, right Intimidated by niggas 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 niggas smoke, they ain't this high How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly