Smuckers Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor 

I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga 

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive 

What's your name again? Nobody knows it 

Don't speak to me nigga, you not important 

I'm focused 

They say I'm nutty, picnic basket 

Not short of a sandwich 

A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot 

Please come and get me 

Said I suck him at your neck 

Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky 

Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me 

I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon 

And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it 

Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber 

But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger 

I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back 

And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat 

Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound 

And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round 

Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust 

Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft 

We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves 

Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice 

Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes 

Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 

When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great 

Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate 

Ye! 

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Why, why, why? 

Why don't they like me? 

Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks 

But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike 

Richer than white people with black kids 

Scarier than black people with ideas 

Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' 

But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding 

They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me 

You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me 

I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em 

I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' 

I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds 

I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?" 

"Yeah my nigga", Its on, its on, its on, its on 

I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome 

I am the free nigga archetype 

I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon 

It's funny when you get extra money 

Every joke you tell just be extra funny 

I mean you can even dress extra bummy 

Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny 

And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me 

Oxford want a full blown lecture from me 

And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup 

Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck 

I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn 

Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God 

He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" 

Photos 

For your boy 

I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors 

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room 

Damn 

Two, Three, Four 

Hold your fuckin' horses 

Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it 

Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted 

I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips 

Fuckin' losers 

Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie 

I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's 

That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies 

I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni 

I swear 

This them golf boys, like them hot boys 

For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000 

When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne 

(What up Slime, nigga go hard) 

Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain 

Got too much drive, need like ten lanes 

Life is a broad and she give brain 

That's that road head, that's a dream car 

Got a four ten, of that same year I was born 

That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I 

You won't find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune 

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb 

Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one 

Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son 

I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump 

Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up 

Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up 

I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come 

She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda 

Oh my goodness 

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy 

Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles 

Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel 

(Black ass nigga) 

They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling 

Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers 

And a couple owners, that's kinda German 

You bring the nooses, and a couple trees 

Where the money grow, and (get) bodies burning 

Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin 

Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham 

I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon 

Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up 

Anti Golf boys cuz I don't fuck with me either 

I'mma liar, I'mma faggot 

Son you need Jesus 

But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well 

I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys 

And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis 

I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame 

Or lame, nor strange 

Nah faggot its Golf Wang