Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

Bitch ****

**** bitch

Oogie-boogie, ****

Sniff it up

Fuck **** came to my section on Sunday

Didn't even bring shit, no bottles

And then just ate, drank and dipped

(Fuck, ****) Fuck, ****

Yeah, ayo

Scammin' **** maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out

God made me sell crack so I'd have somethin' to rap about

Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about?

I fucked her twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about

And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit

Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch, I came equipped

I don't do sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts

She don't like it, bitch can punch out, **** be changin' shifts

Yeah, you **** bringin' out the old me (Yeah)

I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old me

When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me

Serve the beast, Caprice ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G

Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance

Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans

Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man

Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand

Yeah, VL **** trap it out

Lord, let me hit this ho, so I have something to rap about

Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about

This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out

Diego tripping, 'cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out

He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out

Right back in the trap, these **** bringin' out the old me (Yeah)

I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old me (Yeah)

Ayo

Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit

This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet

This sound like the moment I jump off it

Sun shinin', cold water fillin' in my pockets

This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with

We hold our breath like grudges till we nauseous

We hop out, let the sun dry us like raisins

We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit, it's amazing

We look like Polo ads, but skin is darkened

I gotta move cautious 'cause **** malicious, they come from the trenches

I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm up in this, man

I started gettin' moola as youngin', now I got bigger hands

To hold 'em, if I got too much on me, I know my **** can

I keep my circle tight, like tops, nothin' corn, no crops

You messy and get cleaned up with the mop

I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot

So I could be around **** like you and learn how to keep my distance

I cut some **** off on some hater shit **** said to me

R.I.P. tees 'cause these motherfuckers is dead to me

Nail is in the coffin, murder, murder

I'm sick of y'all **** and I ain't coughin', I know me

Y'all often anxious, lost in

Y'all thoughts and I don't relate

So keep that energy away from me

Don't blame me, 'cause

You ain't got it figured out

You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up

You jealous, dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out

Like cotton on some basic, shit is off, we ain't adjacent

And I'm grounded like the pavement

We ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke

Better get your wrist that hold on the thoughts you get and go

The fuck away, 'cause **** get they faces broke

I just got a thumbs up and **** go, like, "Good job"

You better find a shoe store and get your sole

Get it quick and slip it on

And I'll be in "My-konos", lemonade, sippin' slow

Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet

Bitch

One take

Let me hear that

I meant to say "Mykonos"

(I think, I think)

(That he died from alcohol)

(But I'm afraid)

(But if you write dog shit)

(It doesn't do any good what you die)

(Teach the parents to be civilized people, because)