[Produced by Tyler, the Creator] [Intro] Yeaaaah b**h Wolf Gang Sweatshirt, uh Ho [Verse] Ninety-four rap music, beat a preacher's a** to it Pigeon blood will leave the stool wall sh**ted up sh** talk myrtle f**, get your sister f**ed sh**, i hit the stripper up then go and pick a stick inside the f**ing pots where we brew them b**hes up Rip your writtens while my n***as splitting, splitting blunts Eyes hazed with my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup Ice picking cripples till I get my pickle rub Catch me popping pimples, telling b**hes triple 6s Stab 'em with pencils in their temples till my dick erupts It's really f**ing simple, s*ut Wolf Gang, get with us Either that or grab a full fist of nuts and lick 'em up Turn it up, fist of cup, give them b**hes dick to s** Let them drink the cum out of f**ing paper cup Pours wider than the horse that I'm sniffing up Leave now if you ain't tryna get 'em titties touched