Tyler, The Creator - Potato Salad lyrics

[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP Rocky] That's hot and horny Don't say sh** like that You gon' start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen [Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] n***as 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' n***as who would do it, so I pa** 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 sh** barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers n***a 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 sh** dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my b**h green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all n***as weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my n***a I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, n***a Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, n***a in Pari' [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] f** 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 Ba** 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 Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if n***as 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 catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any n***a with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the cla**es 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 a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Ayo I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird n***a, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate gla** homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? b**h it's me, f** you thought? Real grunge n***a, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum n***a Bum n***as wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild n***a boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn [Outro: Tyler the Creator] K shiz, what up n***a!