127 lyrics
by Tyler, The Creator
[Verse: NLC*]
Cook up in this b*tch like Gordon Ramsay
Hand me a Grammy, I'll break it, sh*t won't come in handy
All of y'all like dolls, I'm motherf*cking Andy
I don't really need it, yeah, give it to my mammy
Call my sh*t trash, have you ever used a DAW, huh
Grip the ball like Jordan, I'm really about to ball, yeah
Def Jam about to really hit me with a call, yeah
Rapping like I'm performing at Camp Flog Gnaw, mother (f*cka)
Feather on my head, powwow dance in this b*tch, yeah
Dunking on these tracks like I'm Mitch in this sh*t
If it's quarter to six, I really gotta dip, huh
Turn this sh*t off, Jimmy Poindexter in this-