Lucas Vercetti - Trashwang lyrics

[NA'KEL] Sawed-Off I eat those These clothes they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Don't give a f** about these hoes [Tyler, The Creator] HOLD ON, RUN THAT sh*t BACK! (This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive) I want the black kids to like me for this one, man [Lee Spielman] (Screaming) Trashwang Illegal CIV Trashwang Golfwang Trashwang sponsored links [Verse 1:Na'Kel] b**h I'm with the f**ing extras Big dog, cup full of egg nog Don't give a f** 'bout sh** but clips and Camp Flog Gnaw Sawed-Off I eat those These clothes they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Don't give a f** about these hoes, They just slob knob in New York shows Thirsty for the clips till I'm not flow Pusha Georgia trip, b**h I got it poppin' Me and Jasper goin' coffin shoppin' Hoes see the board be alot of boxes b**hes see ya boy and their mouths are frothing Chains glossin' b*tch [Hook] Trash Wang n***as, Thrilla we da k**a, You can tell I'm Golf Wang, By the f**ing stickers OF or Wolf Gang, My n***as is my n***as Don't let the skateboards fool you, Know n***as that pull triggers Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, roll a blunt! Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, that's what's up! Trash Wang, n***a, roll a blunt! [Tyler the Creator] Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them n***as are swell Tighter than a straight n***a goin' to jail Locked in a box, n***a, off them socks I can finally afford the bail My b**hes are bad She's pretty normal looking with a real nice a** Now hop off my dick, what it Be, b**h, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, n***a! (fu*k) Speaking of the devil Y'all n***as cornier than kettle Y'all couldn't smoke like a h**n in a black ops player & reach my level Ate some bugs and I made some carats f** y'all n***as' bullsh**, y'all cherish I'm 21, I threw a party but… Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris Wheel [Jasper] 55 GRAMS IN THAT BLUNT ni**a I FACE THAT JUST COP THAT MOTHERfu*kER BIMMER ni**a I RACE THAT KEEP TALKING THAT sh*t I'LL PULL YOUR CARD GET CHIPPED LIKE THAT ni**a FROM STOMP THE YARD DON'T fu*k WITH JASPER HE A RETARD KILL YA fu*kIN GRANDMA AND HAVE YOUR FAMILY SCARRED [Tyler the Creator] Might f** around and be a goat named Felicia Sorry, got a little excited It's prolly all the meth Walt Jr. provided Wolf Gang, up in this b**h Red Riding Hood is pissed Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and s** a- [Hook] [Verse 5: Taco] Bimmers for days White b**hes is slaves n***as ain't with that warfare My goons got aim 100 racks before 18 200 before I hit 6 feet n***a we bout it bout it Yo b**h try to s** my dick [Verse 6: Lucas] HOLDING UP MY CHAIN VUHSACHEE FLOCKA FLAME PULL UP IN THE TANK co*k BACK AND AIM SPITTING MY VERSE WEARING GOLD FANGS IM LOADING UP THE NINE SHOUTING GOLF WANG YOUR b*tch TATTOO IT SAY MY NAME SACHEE SANTANA (ni**a) BIRD GANG SUPREME TEAM SEVENTH VAIL PAYING ALL THESE RATCHETS, PHONE BILLS [L-Boy] (What) Yeah Y'all n***as thought it was a game We shutting the motherf**ing sh** down now n***a It's over for you b**h n***as I'm here with my n***a nasty Nak', Mr.Vasace, Wolf Haley in this motherf**er Jasper The Motherf**ing Dolphin And my n***a, Mike G We taking this sh** over Its shut down for you b**h n***as I got the Tech Im bustin' at y'all b**hes heads n***a f** all you n***as Its gettin' hot in here [Tyler] Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we k** ‘Em All Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang n***as that OF poppin Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw OFWGKTA yeah you n***as know them seven letters long Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this b**h Golf Wang up in this b**h Litter Life up in this b**h OFM, banging on your motherf**in' FM n***a, f** you thought this was n***a Haha Click Click (gunshot) [Salem] What the f** was that !?