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






[Hodgy:]
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just rattling, suit taylor never taddling
You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick
On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest
Better yet, I'll build on to the beat like tetris
Remember me, forgetfulness, I am your correctionist
I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef, If head for less
I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch

[Tyler:]
Let's see, what's wrong with me might be my fucking tourett sy-
I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing
So after the showers with Sandusky, me and Sean Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
So finally asked [scratch] when I can get my dick sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was handling
Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me
Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline
Learned some new chords while you uncreative were sampling
I'm wolf, I spit flow-y partly
As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning
(Tyler calm the fuck down)
No, I'm the fuck now
My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut throat
And if another fan asks for a photo while I'm snacking on my pizza lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right
Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe
OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm headed to the gun store
M-16's and them 16's came out of nowhere like your kid's wet dream
What you mean old news, Oh you
Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods
In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody
But luckily had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step mom, none of you motherfuckers can fuck with me





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  1. M.... M....

    Taco in back like
    🧢
    😐
    👕

  2. S.... P....

    This chemistry is unmatched

  3. d.... ....

    Who is the dude on tyler’s sweater?

  4. k.... b....

    still iconic

  5. A.... K....

    Frank Ocean verse 💪
    Hit it up

  6. C.... M....

    Who’s the artist at 2:56

  7. h.... ....

    lucas and clancy get the biggest n word pass ever

  8. r.... M....

    Ima tell my kids this is the national anthem

  9. A.... c....

    Got this in my recommended

  10. C.... C....

    yoo earl turned 17 when they filmed this, crazy

  11. B.... W....

    Earl killed that dance so god damn hard

  12. D.... I....

    2020 still lit

  13. D.... K....

    Hip Hop was alive and vibrant during this song

  14. Y.... L....

    Good oldie

  15. e.... h....

    I'm high and bi I mean-I'm gay. I mean straight. 🙄

  16. s.... ....

    *Every OF fan knows theres one rule to being a true fan*






    Knowing Jasper’s Verse

  17. h.... �....

    Shoutouts to frankie oceaeeen

  18. C.... O....

    Watch ya step kid
    Watch ya step kid Watch ya step kid
    Protect Ya Rectum!

  19. J.... D....

    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

  20. E.... O....

    I miss OF so much 😣😩😭😭

  21. L.... J....

    every time I watch this, it’s the best 10 minutes of my life

    L.... J....

    Landen Jasso Make that 20 because I watched it twice 😎

  22. D.... M....

    I wish we had more of these :(

  23. A.... D....

    frank in the back is like the one kid at the party that doesn’t know anybody

  24. A.... S....

    Good times

  25. M.... ....

    I keep my ideals ali- oh wait shit wrong song.

  26. D.... B....

    I have to pause this before the burp everytime 😩 my fav part frank ocean so..

  27. T.... ....

    Damn hodgy be real thirsty with kool aid

  28. O.... S....

    lil earl lookin so cute n innocent i miss deez dayz

  29. C.... B....

    I got an ad in the middle of Tyler’s second verse and I’ve never been more upset

  30. T.... ....

    one of the greatest music videos and it was all impromptu. i come back to watch this ever so often because it's just that good, OF was really something else

  31. W.... ....

    Who is here after News/Flock?

  32. b.... j....

    wow its been a while

  33. L.... B....

    In two years this will be 10 years ago

  34. M.... C....

    Earl is straight fire

  35. G.... M....

    the chemistry they produced🥺🔥🔥

  36. R.... W....

    “They say we ain’t actin right always try to turn our colour into black and white but they’ll never change em, never understand em, radicals my anthem, turn my fucking amps up!” Best bar in the entire song in my opinion

  37. T.... ....

    tyler’s last verse hits different, gives me chills everytime

  38. p.... c....

    I wish I had a number on how many times I’ve watched this

  39. B.... Z....

    Perfect summary of what it means to be a teen in the US in the 2000s

  40. R.... F....

    40 million, thanks zumiez :(

  41. B.... O....

    5:20 tá fluindoo

  42. D.... A....

    If you like Tyler you’d love my latest video. If you could please go and check out my latest video I worked stupid hard on it

  43. M.... L....

    This video seems a bit like a funeral

  44. ~.... s....

    just admit not only are we talented "WE RAD AS FUCK NIGGAAAAAA"

  45. A.... M....

    All I’m gonna do and say is *wow*

  46. A.... ....

    at the last verse, Clancy looks like the quiet kid that everyone likes

  47. A.... ....

    i love how syd is just vibing in the background the whole time

  48. C.... �....

    Frank is me amongst the straights

  49. e.... v....

    i’m:
    ⚪️single
    ⚪️taken
    🔘 jasper, not even a rapper, only on this beat to make my racks grow faster

  50. T.... ....

    "You keep filmin'! Fuck what they say!"


    The utterance that spawned a career-defining video.

  51. A.... I....

    This vid got me crying

  52. C.... ....

    “Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up” wonder if that’s a reference to him being closeted

  53. P.... S....

    I keep my ideals

  54. P.... S....

    I keep my ideals

  55. J.... H....

    who is that nigga in the back like 🥔😀

  56. C.... B....

    Tyler is the best outta all of them

  57. B.... G....

    You guys seen the asap boys

  58. B.... S....

    Frank must have been sippin on something dank, would not put that jon down

  59. M.... G....

    who watching in 202

  60. S.... F....

    frank no sukiya

  61. M.... M....

    2020 and forever...

  62. T.... K....

    luv u matt martians

  63. C.... C....

    Whole different track at 2x speed...

  64. J.... A....

    Middle school nostalgia super oldie

  65. f.... ....

    Lmao who watching this in 2020

  66. G.... K....

    Crazy to think I turned 13 two weeks before this video was uploaded. Man time flies

  67. O.... O....

    lmao I scrolled down thinking I was gonna be the only one who saw frank lmfao

  68. C.... H....

    I'm watching this video I know it's years now nevertheless it reminds of Tribe Called Quest "Scenario"....

  69. K.... L....

    this is it!!

  70. S.... R....

    2020..garbage..#StarRealm26 #DaFox

  71. T.... ....

    News/Flock uwu

  72. K.... P....

    Let’s be honest, you came for Frank’s part 😂

  73. M.... T....

    Ah yes

    Tyler, The Inventor
    Earl Sweatpants
    Frank River
    Right Brain
    Hodgy Loses
    Mike H
    Burrito
    Jasper Whale
    Syd the Adult
    Domo Origin
    Casey Fruits
    L-Girl
    Matt Aliens
    Large 3D triangle shaped building built by Egyptians Vitra
    Vucus Lurcetti

  74. A.... ....

    I used to watch this so often 😭

  75. Z.... ....

    Tyler: 0:24
    Hodgy: 1:18
    Left Brain: 1:58
    Mike G: 2:56
    Domo Genesis: 4:12
    Frank: 5:15
    Jasper: 6:22
    Earl: 7:09
    Tyler: 9:08

  76. C.... B....

    Here in 2020

  77. P.... S....

    This is an iconic video. My era lived this in South Africa. Real shit. Peep ground works, fungus the mutualated lung ,basemental platform, concepts of doom (septic [now acid chipmunk] and illicit) , knock out cats on Microphones (k.o dot com Seth and humel), hells kitchen and tha hymphatic thabz. If you wanna keep it modern fucks with revivolution and youngsta CPT🔥

  78. G.... V....

    Frank ocean hiding in the back while everybody goes crazy is scary relatable.

  79. V.... G....

    I WANT THEM TOGETHER AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN

  80. M.... C....

    its been 6 years tdy

  81. G.... S....

    C a n a d a .

  82. C.... J....

    Mike g had the hardest

  83. J.... H....

    Still a must play in 2020

  84. C.... O....

    Fucking jesus Earl’s wordplay is genuinely mind blowing

  85. D.... S....

    Bumpin oldies off a cellular phone.

    OFWFKTADGAFLLBBLSBFBN

  86. A.... ....

    Earl's verse has more rhymes than typical modern mumble rap album

  87. X.... ....

    Oldie becomes a decade old in 2 years...
    Damn.

  88. J.... O....

    Damn bruh this shit was an era

  89. J.... D....

    Love to see the Internet in the background

  90. D.... 6....

    Odd Future is gold! ❤❤❤

  91. D.... M....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥

  92. D.... T....

    Bumping oldies off my cellular phone

  93. C.... H....

    for the 2020 vibes