Potato Salad Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

[Intro: Tyler the Creator] 

Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? Listen 

Shout out Harlem, man 

Shout out A$AP Rocky, man 

AWGE in the building, man 

What's good? Is that potato salad? 

Yo, listen 

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] 

Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself 

So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt 

And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games 

But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller 

You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose 

Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa 

So cut the crap like shit barbers 

Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers 

Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller 

Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water 

I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream 

My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream 

And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs 

I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me 

Explain why they got shit dreams 

I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam 

Married to the money, my bitch green 

No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming 

Y'all niggas weak 

They thought I was goofy and all mouses 

Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses 

Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses 

And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga 

Where we? Rocky, A$AP 

GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari' 

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[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 

Fuck clothes, I cop pieces 

Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas 

Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers 

Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers 

Bass all in the speakers 

In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come 

I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel 

And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) 

Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze 

But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you 

Got a bullet with your name on the barrel 

If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food 

That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue 

Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel 

Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket 

Then I think about the state of rapping 

All the freshmens in the classes 

All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' 

Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? 

I find it hard to find actual talent 

I find it hard to find an actual challenge 

I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate 

Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus 

"Calldrops" on the album skits 

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[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] 

Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock 

Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop 

And based on my neck boy 

You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks 

Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? 

Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top 

And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga 

Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed 

But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead 

I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born 

You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah! 

[Outro: Tyler the Creator] 

K shiz, what up nigga!