Tyler, The Creator - SMUCKERS Lyrics

Nothing but straight bars 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

We can all agree Lil Wayne's "trampoline" bar was the best bar.

Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear

This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange

Fav albums by Tyler are WOLF, Cherry Bomb, and IGOR in that order

bruh iconic.

For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!
Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness
Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange
Nah faggot its Golf Wang

Why does kanye sound like hes singing to the song while listening to it

Bruh the first piano chords sound like the intro to EARFQUAKE

This song always gives me chills

Money money money

5:09 - to the end of the song is the best. So smooth and nut worthy

This is like Forever, but welcoming Tyler to the upper echelon of rappers instead of Drake

WHYYYYY OH WHY WHY WHY DONT THEYYY LIKE MEEEEEEEEE

“I’m staring at a tramp on lean make my eye jump” one of the greatest bars I’ve ever heard

Kanye had the bet verse but the way Wayne and Tyler were trading bars... GAHD DAMN THIS IS HIS BEST SONG PERIODT

if this was a single or on fower boy, this would blow up

"I wanna turn tanks to playgrounds"
Pineapple express reference when dude said he wanted to be a civil engineer and make septic tanks into playgrounds

"Because Nike gave a lot of niggas checks, but I'm the only nigga to check Nike"
Jesus christ 2015-2016 Kanye was golden

The beginning sounds like earfquake

" i am the free n***a architype " crazy.

I thunk waney made slime 🔥

best song of cherry bomb

THIS MUSIC MAKES MY FOOT FETISH DISAPPEAR FOR A FEW SECONDS THANKS TYLER

Vannisoolad bro what

https://youtu.be/Jp5mlqMwsUQ

If you haven’t watched how Smuckers was made along with scenes from the production of the track with words from Ye, Wayne, and Tyler please check this out. Love when they give a peek behind the magic curtain

This song still bangs today and probably will for long after

2019 and it’s still bumpin

this song didn't really need wayne's verse

My leg uh’ be stuck

=

My n*gga you suck

its 2019, and let me just say that this is still the best rap song i have ever heard. from the lyrical intelligence to the flow to the collaboration of these artists. its just the best song and its so badass

2019 yall wassup

The bars from Donald Sterling onward was some of the best shit I heard from Tyler

The N.E.F.T.U. Network 100% agreed, the smoothest part of the song or any Tyler song for that matter

3:12 🔥🔥🔥

This song had some earfquake in it

I feel you lol

The 🐐 yassssss!!!

For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike

Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
Damn

Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers

Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear

This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange

Nah faggot its Golf Wang

_Never gets old..._
*Legendary*

Honestly one of the best Tyler's song out there. Top 5 for me, Cherry Bomb is so underrated.

Nigga I'm a god a divine one

The intro piano sounds like earthquake a little

_My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb_



This line is so deep
Wayne the best alive🔥⛽️

Tyler The Creator is the Best he Brings out the Real in every Personality with no Filter and be ur self and Love life and smile Sun Blazing in ur face breathing in the freshest air cry from tears of Joy with the weakest Heart and were ur feelings on ur Sleeves Sit and cry in anger and laugh and smile in happiness Luv life that's all we have left

Cherry Bomb was Tyler’s Yeezus.

And Igor was Tyler's 808s & Heartbreak

They all killed this hoe but ye sheesh 🥵

This comes up when i search Kanye 👍👍

Man, this album is so overhated, there's so many gems here

As a New Zealander, Tyler I’m sorry my country is so lame ):

Franklin Clinton soundtrack

ima whoop yo ass, yo girlfriend look like my mom....

Just noticed this is the same beat from A BOY IS A GUN. OFWGKTA

Whhhhhhat ???? Why am I only hearing this song now ???? 😪😪😪😪genius ...and I’ve been a Tyler fan since Yonkers 😭

I still cant believe Tyler said Cherry Bomb the greatest album since days of sound in a song with Wayne and Ye

I stick my Rolly in her mouth and let the time come

Son You Need Jesus

Flyin Brian best part of the song

*bruh i gotta have a chat with New Zealand*

Piano in the first 3 second's is the best piano I've heard

This when kanye still cared about rapping

Can't wait to see this nigga on Tuesday

My favorite rap song ever

Sometimes I think this album is called smuckers

Did anyone else hear that the piano sounded like earfquake

Is this Kanye's best verse ever? I can't get over how awesome the lyrics in this song are.

the last part of tyler’s verse and and the beginning of kanye’s verse is the best

Only slap this loud asf

can't stop listening to this.

best part at 3:12

Out of all the great things in this song, my favorite part was that Sheneneh reference 😂

HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES

SUNDAY SCARIES

Who’s here from Rapdebates?

Why am I just finding this album?



 

"SMUCKERS" lyrics

Tyler, The Creator Lyrics

"SMUCKERS"
(feat. Kanye West & Lil Wayne)

[Tyler, The Creator:]
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks
With the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna' cop the new McLaren
With the vertical doors, nigga

Money, money, money, money
Money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not impo'tant
I'm focused (2, 3, 4)
Bring in the horns
They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
Boyce Watkin's a faggot, please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck like a hickey, boy, I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' wit me
I got banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon
And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it
Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigga
I clearly don't give a fuck so you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb
The greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop
Just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate
'Ye!

[Kanye West:]
Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike

Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan
Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?"
Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
I know they tell they white daughters
"Don't bring home Jerome"
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon
You can ask the deacon
It's funny, when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold up
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level
Had a drink with Fear, and I was textin' God
He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

[Tyler, The Creator:]
For your boy
I'm tryna' cop the new McLaren
With the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks
Got a trampoline in my room, damn

(2, 3, 4)
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I bet it at a auction
Been exhausted
I been workin'
While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin losers

[Lil Wayne:]
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I'll whip your donkey by my lonely
I eat pussy like Shoney's (Yeah)
It's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear

[Tyler the Creator (Lil Wayne):]
This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boy$
For the nine-nine and two-thousand
But its the two-thou'
And the one-four
And the one-five
Yo, what up Wayne?
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before 'caine
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad, and she give brain
That's that road head (yeah)
That's a dream car
Got a full tank of that same year I was born
That's that one-nine-nine-one
'Nother nigga like I, you won't find one
Cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one
Tune

[Lil Wayne:]
My trigger finger wise
But my 9 dumb (yeah)
Middle finger blind
So it's fuck A-N-Y-one
Fuck, skate, and die son
A hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp-on-lean
Make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks
Wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rolie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda
Oh my goodness

[Tyler, the Creator:]
Wayne, them bitches ugly
These niggas colder than Tommy' buddy
Ye, we hittin' models
Like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy, lets get a scrimmage
And cut some niggas
I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners that's kinda German
You bring the nooses
And a couple trees, where the money grow
And get bodies burnin
Cause I'm tryna' hang like I'm Mr. Cooper
Or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon, was
Fuck us
Maybe we should team up
Anti-Golf boys
Cuz I don't fuck with me either
I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, uhh..

[Lil Wayne:]
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left Sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus
Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef
Like zucchini
I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange

[Tyler, The Creator:]
Nah faggot, it's Golf Wang
(2, 3, 4)





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album: "Cherry Bomb" (2015)

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FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT
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KEEP DA O'S
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Dick is soft

Idk if it's me but I feel like I can hear his other song earthquake in this song.
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For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!
Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness
Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange

For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!
Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness
Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange
Nah faggot its Golf Wang

Wayne killed it

2019 anyone?

ik this came beforehand, but listen to them side by side. this sounds like a sequel to igor's "a boy is a gun". jesus christ...

Idk why but the piano sounds like a boy is a gun

Who’s here from the goat Chris

MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY

Who here from Chris

Nicholas Spalding LMAO ME

4 mil views

Finally, we got it to 4 Million views! Maybe we should aim for 5 Million?

Yandhi better have Kanye sounding like this

Almost forgot about this somehow

I see Tyler in there btw

this song is beyond legendary

scarier than black people

This album sucks no lie

Shut yo Dumbass up

YOU NOT IMPOTANT IM FOCUSED

Who still here in 2019?

MONSTERbuilder4 🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏾‍♂️

It’s bad that I’m jus now discovering this heat🤦🏾‍♂️

Fuck off.

-FuCk YoUr SnApChAt

- Tyler the creator