Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (OFWGKTA) - Commercial Lyrics

3:16 No audio from Tyler, but I can still hear exactly what he's saying.

old british guy:



iS tHiS tHe FuTuRe Of RoCk 'N rOlL?

LOL FR THIS WAS SAUCE FOR 2012

Ahh I remember the times I used to skip school and listen too this lol.

It’s nilbog from she. Oh wow

Tyler Lookin Like Motaro From Mortal Kombat

3:00

me when they tryna draft me for WW3

*BRUH* 😂😂

My favorite video

I accidentally watched this kinda gone an I was wondering wtf am I watching lmao 😂 jeez 8 years have flown by

If this street is niblog(goblin) street then where is the girl from she’s house

tyler the creator is centaur the creator whos rocking this 2020 :)

WTF IS THIS MUSIC VIDEO


TYLERANIMAL

You not an OF fan if you don’t know Tyler’s verse word for word

I still don't know what the fuck this was all about.

Still Legendary

😂😂😂 this nigga wild

KONY 2012
LOOKS LIKE OUR PAY CHECK WASNT INVISIBLE
UR ALL FUCKING STUPID!!!!

some one needs to kno this one on ja

Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar!)
Nigga, don't believe me, kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this bitch like "hocus pocus!"
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome

@1:55 like if you saw it

Who’s here in 2020‼️

Me 😌🤩

Michael Ouimet me :)

2020 is ready

SUICIDE WATCH NYUGGAH

2:29 lmao 😂

He put 4 fingers up instead of 3 & his left fist up instead of his right fist ...

3:19 - When the beat hits so hard that you start crying

Where is the bass?

2:39 Hodgy respecting woman before it was cool

"Nigga you're a liar"

-My Childhood

RIP KIMBO SLICE

“suicide watch nigga, kill yourself”
lyrical genius?

teacher: the test won't be that confusing!
the test:

02:13 😂

I now understand.

Wonder how hodgy doing these days

"Nilbog"

Oh My... that whole mountain of cox. Wtfk😂😂😂

Trap refer likely truth silver personally basic apologize colleague moreover gasoline act mean.

Please tell me why the ginger haired crying little twat wasn’t shot in the face?

2:44 bruh, i love Tyler so muchhhhh!!!! Lmao

Straight fire

I remember bumping to this on my older cousins computer when i was 6

Didn’t know this is where Lizzo got her start

adriandude85 The comment of the 2019

Who’s that?

1:18 she got slapped to anime

2:48 I have nightmares of this scene

U ain't got no fuckin yeezy!?

Well... they aren't mumbling, anyway

Odd future were the rulers in this decade

*what the actual hell did this get a rap group banned from AN ENTIRE COUNTRY*

For offensive lyrics

YOU AINT GO NO FUCKIN YEEZYS?!

the music video just makes the song better than it should be

“I ain’t as wildin as y’all”
MF DOOM to Tyler and earl 🤣

1:17 one of the best shots in this video.

yOu aiN't gOt nO fUcKiNg yeeEzieS

Just realized the Nilbog sign is Goblin backwards

0:17 wen yui nvirgnin an uo gtt bauzzii

People really don’t get this video or lyrics ? Yah either too young or didn’t watch Loiter Squad.

black hair to blonde hair

heck ya

OF Tape Vol 2 is so underrated

I loved that dude's "nigga" hat

Jesus christ this beat is awful.

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

Bumping oldies in our cellular phone

yo he looks just like that guy from igor

Can anybody tell me what type of music this is - this shit is whack as fuck!

before igor was igor with the blonde transition

i always thought the song was hodgy domo 💀💀

1:54 gonna tell my kids, this was igor

Domo goes so hard in this

Same street as being used in The Wombats music video for Anti-D

ft the 4 horsemen n tay

uplaod real music video

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
I fucked this flow

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather Vans
Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy
Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers
Nigga my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drums for when the champ come, bitch

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar!)
Nigga, don't believe me, kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this bitch like "hocus pocus!"
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly (Fuck you) loser

Nobody:
Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction: 2:13

2:56

You can see hodgy scream

Bro they all ran this hoe

1:18 is when my 4 year old brother smacks my mom and 1:21 is when she relizes hes only 4

2019???

Yo mama look like an ugly loser

-Tlyer

I'm done, I done seen it all, @ where'd my dick go LMFAO

2:55 aw man rip Kimbo Slice, that legend will always be missed

I think I speak for everyone when I saythatI don't know what the FUCK I just witnessed

Algum BR?

Scuffed mocha desire

1:17 he slapped her into early imperial china

Oh my god. Tyler’s *BEAUTIFUL*

Where my dick go

I miss old of shit. Sad they split bruh

You ain’t got no fucking yeezy???

*the suburbs casually get raided by odd future*

1:18 b**** slap

5 albums, 100 songs and you ain't got no heccing-

I bet you got some daquans
You AINT GOT NO HECCING YEEZY!?

Left brain : what do i do here

Domo genesis : *me s l a p u*