[Verse 1: Domo]
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Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
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Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me
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Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
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But I gotta apologize, no grease like Xerxes
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Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga here
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Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear
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My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
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I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here
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Metaphor, chilling with better whores
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Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor
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What would I sell this for, this is free distribution
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Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions
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Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
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She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing
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Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis
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Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch
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[Verse 2: Tyler]
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Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
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Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip
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Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
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That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
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Tyler the Creator invented some new shit
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And it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so
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If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
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When I'm Cheney in your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah
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Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
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We're back like a black bitch's hairline, indent the
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Shit I represent is killing niggas and shit
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That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit
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I get it cracking like the lips of a nigger, actor
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Or a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and crackers
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Just to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man she's so attractive
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Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractor
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Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats
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Like I was sponsored up by the fucking Pack
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Shitting on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative
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Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lip
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Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip
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Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip
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Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
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My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
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Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
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Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard
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Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
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Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang
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[Verse 3: Jasper]
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Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled out
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Niggas in the street scared, cause I got the burner in the hand
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[Outro: Tyler]
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That shit was wack, don't ever rap again in your fucking life
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Double Cheeseburger
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |