Earl Sweatshirt - Whoa Lyrics






[Intro: Tyler the Creator]
Nahh no, nahh nahh fuck that
Niggas think cause you fuckin' made Chum and got all personal
That niggas won't go back to that old fuckin' 2010 shit
About talkin' 'bout fuckin' everything all
No fuck that nigga I got you
Fuck that

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then dash
To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as fuck in cattle brands, wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs

[Hook: Tyler the Creator]
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
50 K for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck,
Nigga it's the mutherfuckin'
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, the Misadventures of a shit talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose to spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit

[Hook: Tyler the Creator]
Posing nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G





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  1. G.... M....

    2020 still here

  2. s.... ....

    lucas please use a spoon

  3. M.... H....

    Earl Sweatshirt's heritage has to be South African.

  4. R.... W....

    This got me like “Woah!”

  5. I.... M....

    This is One of Hardest Songs EVER.

  6. D.... L....

    2019 🔥 going into 2020

  7. J.... D....

    Why does that yeaaa.....the misadventures hit diff each time ? Lol

  8. C.... ....

    2013: WHOA
    2019: WEST

  9. C.... C....

    put this song next to “East”

  10. Y.... S....

    why lucas gotta eat the ice cream like that tho

  11. s.... s....

    Who still bumpin this in 2030

  12. R.... C....

    Is that the olw from legend of Zelda orcarina of time at the beginning?

  13. S.... M....

    The heavy jacket with boxers is such a mood

  14. E.... A....

    Is this good

    E.... A....

    Eric Albrecht Is that even a question? Literally.

    E.... A....

    @The Hive Productions its nonsense.

  15. S.... B....

    I cant take Jasper serious trying to act hard lmaoo 1:04

  16. B.... ....

    striper- 0percent
    Drugs-0percent
    old lady-100percent

  17. B.... W....

    Tyler the creator that you???

  18. L.... T....

    1:30 - Earls part 🔥

  19. L.... ....

    i'm from the future, who's listening in 2020?

  20. G.... G....

    look at tyler 1:24

  21. h.... m....

    Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous
    Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
    Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
    Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
    Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
    Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
    Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence
    Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences
    Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
    Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up
    Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan
    Rapping hot as fucking cattle brandswearing flannel thongs
    Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along
    Get a nice spanking, uh, new Sears catalog
    Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong
    Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs

  22. e.... w....

    who the fuck could dislike this masterpiece

  23. S.... D....

    X2 SPEED BE FIRE THO

  24. D.... 2....

    Tyler caught on fire

  25. L.... C....

    How does this guy make east then this?

    L.... C....

    Levi Cook Don’t you mean, “This guy makes this, then EAST”?

    L.... C....

    Yeah figured that out when I already posted it

  26. s.... a....

    Man back when Earl was a villain

  27. k.... j....

    How'd he go from this to EAST?

  28. R.... S....

    OFWGKTADGAFLLBBLSBFBN 🍩🍩🍩

  29. S.... C....

    0:57 didn't even know nakel smith was rolling with odd future back in the day.

  30. T.... a....

    Love old Earl, love new Earl too.

  31. D.... O....

    Watching this is a teenager I didn’t appreciate the video as much as I do now. I find it incredible. So much better than that wave of lyrical lemonade that hit in 2017. Shit done changed

  32. J.... H....

    Crazy how this song 6 years old

  33. N.... L....

    I still find it funny that this was up on my 10th birthday

  34. I.... S....

    Just realized thematically this video may reference Fight Club. The setting of the woman is strongly redolent of Marla Singer and her internment at Paper Street.

  35. D.... S....

    Swift fist off your chin from his wrist launch

  36. A.... T....

    There is a horse

  37. s.... b....

    0:00 to 0:30

  38. s.... b....

    Furst few bars are just some shit you feel when you lived that life

  39. J.... C....

    0:57 anyone else peep Na-kel Smith from mid90s

  40. C.... ....

    True classic

  41. V.... D....

    Forever a classic

  42. W.... ....

    In retrospect , you think Tyler was fucking those white bois?

    W.... ....

    Warren-Klyph Afraid so.

  43. O.... G....

    Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
    You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
    Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
    Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
    Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
    Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
    In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
    Tossing 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
    So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
    Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
    My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
    It's the dark skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada
    Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
    Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain
    I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
    Not a fucking Logic contradicting dick head
    Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
    Semen scented cheetah printed tee
    In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
    Previous items in the present
    With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
    It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
    To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
    But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
    I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
    Smiles of cowards in lead showers
    Dead spouses in red blouses
    Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting
    I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbin' in the hood
    Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your rings
    Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
    And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
    It's kill Hodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
    And out my Kool aid, Juice
    Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
    Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in
    Wolf Gang party at the hotel
    I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
    You know Left Brain need a freak
    I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
    Yup, uh, and her ass fat
    Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
    Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke, bitch get higher
    Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter
    Still bang salute me or just shoot me
    Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
    Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
    The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
    Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
    And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
    Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
    But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus
    What the fuck is caution?
    Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
    Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
    Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
    That's great, I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
    With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
    And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
    Three lettermans that Ace has been making him
    No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
    I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days
    I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
    One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
    My grand scheme of things is to be attached
    To the game like bitches to their wedding rings
    And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene
    In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
    Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
    If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
    One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem
    From Briggs I got bars and plans to
    Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars
    Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
    And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
    OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh
    It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
    With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not
    Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
    Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
    I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
    Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
    Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts
    Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
    Op Dom neck shit in your wish list
    Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches
    On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
    And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
    Odd in your motherfuckin' area
    Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
    Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
    Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
    And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup
    Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no fucks
    You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
    Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
    Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
    Rent a super car for a day
    Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
    Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
    But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say
    I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight
    I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
    My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
    Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
    On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
    Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real
    Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
    Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
    Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
    Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
    Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
    Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
    Yeah, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
    Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard
    Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
    Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
    Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
    Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor
    Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
    Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
    Still ignorant, still hit a bitch
    Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
    Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
    Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat
    Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick
    Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
    Fuck it, Wolf Gang
    Yeah, fuck that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips
    Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
    (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American terrorist
    Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
    And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
    And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
    Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
    So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
    Narrow, tight line, might impair him since
    I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
    Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
    Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
    La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up
    Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
    Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
    And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous
    Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
    Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
    Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
    And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb
    The culprit of the potent punch
    Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup, or Nevada
    Drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck, shittin' like his colon bust
    Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
    Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
    I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
    Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
    Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
    To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips
    Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
    Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies
    Motherfuckers sore in torso and face
    Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
    Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
    As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky
    So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
    Back like lateral passin'
    With that motherfuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
    As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
    Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please
    OF, shit that's all I got
    From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
    From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
    Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block
    Storefront, knee tat
    Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
    And grip tape, and my shoes
    Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
    5 years later, for our label yea we own it
    I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
    To drink a fuckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
    This is for the niggas in the suburbs
    And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word
    And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
    Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
    They say we ain't actin' right
    Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white
    But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
    Radical's my anthem, turn my fuckin' amps up
    So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
    Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck
    Bitches
    OFM, bangin' on your FM
    Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf Wang

    O.... G....

    Oldie🥵

    O.... G....

    Vlone Danny yes.

  44. l.... h....

    its dat dude from mid90s lol

    l.... h....

    i WoNdEr WhY 🤔

  45. L.... S....

    NAHG FUK THAT THAT BITCH AIN TNO OLD LADY FUCK THAT

  46. N.... T....

    this nigga wearing 4 pendants wtf lol

  47. X.... ....

    The most MF verse Earl has ever spit

  48. I.... ....

    still goat

  49. d.... h....

    Print off of jint manga

  50. s.... l....

    Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck that
    Niggas think cause you fucking made "Chum"
    And got all personal that niggas won't go back
    to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking 'bout
    fucking everything all
    No, fuck that nigga, I got you, fuck that
    Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
    Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
    Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
    Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
    Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
    Raquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
    Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed innocence
    Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences
    Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
    Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up
    Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
    Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
    Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
    Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
    Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
    Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
    Four deep in a Rover cannon
    Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    50 K for the last check
    But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker
    Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
    Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
    Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
    Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
    Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
    Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
    Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
    Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
    From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
    Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
    On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
    Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
    Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
    Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting
    Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
    Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, thought out
    Toss it right back like a vodka fifth
    Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
    Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit
    Posing nigga try to disrespect
    Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make
    A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

  51. K.... L....

    ok so you hit it since 2013 huh

  52. d.... ....

    Its amazes me how well this video aged

  53. I.... t....

    They were wearing vans and supreme before they was cooh

    I.... t....

    Is that iFinnesedYew how old are you ? Lol do you not remember the song got my vans on but they look like sneakers ?

    I.... t....

    The supreme thing is correct tho, in part the reason it became so popular

  54. A.... H....

    Miss this of shit

  55. T.... ....

    Earl and tyler voice are really similar

  56. L.... K....

    pes baso dab

  57. C.... S....

    Earl is high quantity low quality......why the fuck does he make so much fucking music where he rhymes the same syllable over and over again for six motherfucking minutes. Fuck you cunts.

    C.... S....

    Rojer Rojer 24 fuck off

    C.... S....

    ok boomer

    C.... S....

    clickbait ! Are you......gay?

    C.... S....

    Carter Swinton yeah

    C.... S....

    Carter Swinton how old is your baby rage white supermacist ugly ass

  58. I.... a....

    Missed this Earl not the other. His flow is the same but idk about his beats now.

  59. C.... B....

    I just took 4 hits of acid... now I get his music

  60. S.... m....

    His dad is from SA, Willie is his name

  61. S.... c....

    Is that the I don’t care dude

  62. B.... ....

    Miss this earl

  63. B.... Y....

    Ears: Hears Earl's verse.

    Brain: fuuccckkkk😵

  64. A.... A....

    This nigga look like he can be #Gherbo brother 😂😂

  65. M.... D....

    This still knocks. Why is sweatshirt not bigger? He seem so underrated!

    M.... D....

    He’s an inquired taste

    M.... D....

    He’s pretty big, but I can’t ever see his music going mainstream

    M.... D....

    harrison777ify2 Tyler’s did, and they’re kinda similar, maybe he’ll get the attention he deserves in the 20’s

  66. e.... m....

    i remember watching this 6 years ago.... holy shit

  67. A.... ....

    Don’t care

  68. R.... ....

    4 am and im watching this lady dance in 2019 😂😂

  69. S.... B....

    This is heavy HARD!!! 🔥🔥🔥

  70. D.... Y....

    0:13 - 0:18 still one of the hardest goddamn beat drops lol

  71. R.... S....

    I hate I never heard this song till now. But better late than never I guess

  72. A.... B....

    Do t caaaare

  73. M.... ....

    Sad this is my first time ever listening to this song. Damn where was I at in 2013 I missed out

  74. o.... ....

    man I miss OF

  75. B.... B....

    What song is this🤮🤮🤮makes me wanna kms

    B.... B....

    Then do it

    B.... B....

    Ok boomer

  76. H.... ....

    How did I only just get the harry potter lyric?

  77. J.... D....

    still here in 2019 🖤

  78. a.... ....

    I miss this earl

  79. B.... ....

    So this the type of music white suburb kids listen to

  80. F.... M....

    Hypebeasts and complex are just now figuring out that odd future wore supreme way before all these new SoundCloud rappers and that fag Ian Connor

  81. C.... H....

    Griselllss brought an onslaughter hooks no HOMO Futuristic Oddities ....

  82. J.... M....

    Who’s here in 2019 🧱🐐

    J.... M....

    Piss off

  83. g.... ....

    A mourning dove

  84. a.... h....

    His daddy was cool his mom was the problem ............ Or seen the problem lol

    a.... h....

    you really just said daddy fucking queer

  85. i.... c....

    The Misadventures of a Shit Talker. Episode One: Console Booters

  86. P.... M....

    how does anyone find this good?

  87. i.... ....

    was that tyler the creator?

  88. i.... ....

    he the boul that be like “ i don’t care” yeah?

  89. M.... T....

    I don't care

  90. k.... ....

    Fuck you earl, drop some good shit man 😐

  91. N.... A....

    aww hes trying to be scawy 🤓

  92. M.... M....

    Hey guys this is great, but check out our german rap.... great too
    !!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkpoWZjlHWc