Tyler, The Creator — OKRA
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I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Did this shit in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
(Ayy, we got that fire shit, nigga)
Fuck these niggas man (run it)
Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango
Shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, y’all be dilute
Watered down, I’m Big Mac
I’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin’, Flower Boy is buzzin’
Grammy-nominated, tell yo’ cousin ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
Fuck these niggas man, that’s for sure
Say
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the fuck it do?
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades
But I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me Brush, I’ve been makin’ waves
Since Ashley Banks’ cousin had a fade
But that’s ’92, I’m ’91 (hey!)
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what’s up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it’s Minute Maid
I been gettin’ paid, pockets gainin’ weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that’s up to you
Man, now they go
(I ain’t fuckin’ with none of these niggas, man)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Yeah, give these niggas information nigga)
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
(Now we never fuckin’ stop)
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that’s for sure (ayo)
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
Skin glowin’, clear of acne
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey
Spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires
But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon
(No violence)
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Bitch you’re a bum, see you don’t understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends, «T where you been?»
Bitch I’m in Bel-Air, been lookin’ for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And it’s still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Wallace still trippin’ on shit that I bought
But I really do not care the cost ’cause okra
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends
