Hodgy - Look lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] It's the f**ing AAAAHHH!!! Yell, I came too hard on it. I came way too hard on that. I'mma be scaring kids and sh**. Lemme, lemme tone that down, I'm sorry [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] It's the f**ing general, Vans, cut shorts Neck covered in colored emeralds, the yellow by the blue Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I'm Mr. Made-A-Bundle f** being a rapper and lyrical, here's a ticket to carnival Barnacles! Now, I gotta brag Bimmer drive right bi you n***as like I was kinda f*g With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus' a** Ludicrous n***as is hoping that rapper Tyler crash I see a victim, call the f**ing doctors I'm starting to see symptoms, f*ggot getting sick again f**er get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood Cuz, red and blue like what the f**'s popping? I'm the blackface with white America, a noose in my pocket Everyone's dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option So I'm sorry, Martian, and activist I'm 'bout to tie knots with And ain't no one gon' stop sh**, I'd rather find my pops Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler's a f**ing animal When he spit, he goes ape sh**, so it technically makes sense [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink I didn't know that, I didn't know that I didn't know Al-Anon meetings meeting and greeting boy fickle Cucumber turn pickle, n***a, nickel by my cellular sickle Exchange phrases from h**n addicts pistol arms n***as go to the drug dealer like bristol farm, when it get it, it's gone Seated next to Chunky's
 hands fidget marmoset monkeys This ain't where I'm supposed to be at, how am I supposed to react When somebody here test my nervous, I'm clean and sober And still got a lot on my mind that I'm getting over
 only getting older Snow and slush is colder, love don't get you on the bus Free rides are in the Rover where tear drops wet on my shoulder Started hitting bars
 whiskey style sh** You know a young n***a always finding new outlets Mentally I'm just crowded, but sh** I guess it's time to change my outfit [Verse 3: Domo Genesis] Live from the gutter
, young stunner
 trumps what you n***as blundered I uppercut 'em by the bundle,
 n***a take a number I'm bout my bu*ter, never let them s**ers take me under Cold like I hate the summer
? You ungrateful son of a b**h I gave less a f** and I struck it rich, 
s** my dick Tell the world that I'm coming, don't f**ing spit Bump your lips
, guess you really ain't sure who you f**ing with You won't find me on no office sh** 
I'm semi auto off this sh** My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious With
 my partners on some raunchy sh**, you better use your conscience quick I swear my whole demeanor all f**ed up sh**ting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck Dumb f**
 come one one it and get your mug bucked Love what? 
No love for these hoes we only love lust Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust Still out for blood when the suns up [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] f** what you been talking 'bout, n***a, got a toddler reputation Just from chalking out n***as and bagging 'em up Dickies baggy, sagging off my a**, abandoned the cuffs And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks Blunt got a n***a feeling like I'm standing on my head Wolf pack back up out the shed, foaming at the mouth Got these b**hes lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch Talking sh**, bringing profit in and bodies in to count I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come This the f**ing sound of chickens coming home and roosting up The rudest one, make a n***a take a n***a j**els and run Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed Who exactly am I supposed to please? And n***a, who the f** you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting Tyler pissy cause I'm ashing on his momma Rover seat Beeline to the substance, impair the judgement Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip Wolf Gang n***a