Hey Miss Parker Wait wait wait wait Somethin' like Uh-oh I just cut some fresh lemons where's the sugar Lemon in my 'ade lemon in my ears call 'em boogers Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you nigga s Hold up Yeah What it is
It's that nigga T skin look colored in Woo Ridin' in double-double R that's that Cullinan Yeah Pullin' in that four hundred gram I just bought a disc Yeah Switzerland Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in True story Golf le Fleur that's Gianno shoe what I'm runnin' in Earlobe look like headlights on a new van I'm so mother****in' dead-ass, I need some Timberlan Woo I battle any man Uzi Vert don't think they understand Lil Uzi Vert/Tyler/The Creator: Skrrt cool Double C on my feet Double G on my freak Ooh Louis V by my brick She wan' kick it with me she better eat it then leave Leave whoa She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat We can't see none of 'em bro she keep eatin' my seeds Woo Got a E and a B on the back of the CT I'm done with the 12 got a V16 Uh Say the money comin' in yeah that's true The more money I get I don't wan' sex you Can't think about the last time that I text you It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops Sign my John Hanc**k on a b***h every time I check you Just like a brand new Lamb' I wreck you uh So if this mind is yours Woo woo woo Tyler/The Creator/Lil Uzi Vert: Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last year more than what Google say my net is I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit Yeah uh uh uh whoa Pharrell Williams: It's the double P I rock double C Man I run them beats like you run in cleats Man come to me you want somethin' to see This internally flawed that's a double Vs What troubles me is you couple me With these subtle fleas tryna double league Hornet trapped in the hive of a mother****in' bumblebee They just got the closest picture of the ****in' sun surface that was us Got the LaFerrari park that b***h just for one purpose catchin' dust My Secret Service carry mops you call 'em street sweepers back you up Tat' you up then add you up then give you a cover like adieu If the shit 's fake I don't respect it it's clickbait And that's distaste like a shit shake What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate shit-faced get this straight this is truck wheels that grip tape Tyler/The Creator/DJ Drama: Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last year more than what Google say my net is I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit Uh uh uh