Yo, um, yo
Oh so @@#!y, you can't stop me in this old Versace
^!$$% watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey

Your (*##$ is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You ^!$$%s' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mine dry cleaned

Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' (*##$es pipe dreams
Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My nights clean, I see these ^!$$%s hatin' through my ice blings

I'm a bad mother$#&@er, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of

^!$$% leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid suckah
Young Dom, say you old ^!$$%s should wrap it up
You whack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough

The fattest blunt and death to that pop-pop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you !@$(s suck


[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty deep, it's saga %#@!
Fire starter, squadron dodgin' coppers since

Ask her why she drop it cuz, it's probably cause he prodigist
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesin'
Bass leave your face greezy, artists who paint easy

Thick bristle type ^!$$% on a (*##$ steeze
Stands is diesel, like Vic Tammy on the fritz, woops
System overload, itchin' for a photo poach

Spittin' like the engine on a mother$#&@in' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat
Missin' all affection for these ^!$$%s

Redirectin' all these ^!$$%s
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and drivin', twistin', how he end up in the swimming pool?

Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain soon
Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
(*##$ I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me


[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Can't even walk up in the church without these ^!$$%s tryin' to testify

I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in

Momma didn't wanna give birth to a ^!$$%
Should've murdered a ^!$$%, I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatic, shout to roof, 380 with the weave in it

On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent
Shootin' like Brent and his brother

Doin' what daddy, I did
^!$$%s want Grammys and %#@!, that's funny to me
Cause since the first take it's been about money to me

I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got
Doin' what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't %#@!, but left me in a litter box

Give it up and get a job

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]

Uh, get a job (*##$
I'm like the pause from the end of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level like a field of devils pain

Only address me by my reverend name
The good doctor, good author, good brain in a good Porsche
Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk

Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese (*##$'s rum
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch

I roll a joint like a Motumbo worm
I'm high cousin, every time I roll the dice it's five hundred
When I order, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me

End of story take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer

While I'm wearin' flip-flops
%#@!'s real, grip the wheel, live steel
That's it


Woo, $#&@ yeah, hello
Fan fare, bravo, encore
Thats' a wrap