LEMONHEAD Lyrics by Tyler The Creator (feat. 42 Dugg)
Y’all n***** know what’s up
You say, you say pandemic? (Yeah)
Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (Bunnyhop)
Well shit, remove us from the game
(I don’t lean)
Then shit’ll really get crazy
(I don’t lean)
Gangsta Grizzziill (Yeah)
I don’t lean but my house do
Off the hill with the mean view (Yeah)
Nice house, if you look out
You can see some eagles and a few yachts
Got a roommate, he won’t move out
If you want smoke, he the cool aunt
And he drill shit, got the tool out
It’s the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out
N****, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out
Then we woo-ha
This is Flipmode
And they know you’re pussy like the douche out
Bitch, I’m koo-koo and his mouth wet (Koo-koo, koo-koo)
He a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now
I was too hot, TLC water-falls on my chest help me cool out
Got too many cars, shit a go-kart (Yeah)
They’re catching dust, won’t even start (Yeah)
Earlobe with Lemonheads, lookin’ like Bart (Woo)
Keep your Patek, I spent that on art (Spent that on art, n****)
How much it cost? Shit, I don’t know (Nah)
But I know that stage a million a show (True story)
Stuck in my ways, they say, “How so?”
First n**** put a bike rack on a Rolls, T (Fuck with me)
A young turnt n****, I be fucking these hoes
Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I’m here)
Rich tell the world, come see me out low
I ain’t rocking with cuz, n****, free my bros (Trez)
I ain’t got no safe, n***** see me shinin’ (Bitch, huh)
Still fuck, I’m grinding (Lame)
Eighty for a gram, remind ’em (Ay, ay, ay)
Two tone Patek in this bitch, got dammit (Ay, ho)
Ten bad hoes, n****, look at that bitch (Look at her)
Still selling dope, I be cookin’ that shit (Man, real talk)
My hoodie like six bands (Look, dog shit)
Over a hunnid (Yeah, yeah)
I’m from the bottom, bitch, we getting money
Might tip a good hoe, but n****, she ain’t getting nothing
Car go skrrt, hold on (Ha, pretty good, start it up)
N****, you got lucky (Skrrt)
All this paper, I can bet she fuck
I ain’t doin’ no talkin’, I ain’t doin’ no saving (No, no, no)
Took her from a lame, I’ll give this bitch back (Here)
Don’t act crazy, n**** still tote straps
Like get on, bitch, just spit on shit
Man, oh my God, remember Lil?
Yeah, he got dropped (Hold on), I’m gone (We gone)
Bitch
Call on me
(My bro is)
If you get lost (Runnin’ his finger around the Ai WeiWei, Ai VeiVei bowl)
Call on me (I got that shit sitting on my counter like a fruit bowl, that’s like a 100 racks)
If you get lost (I like the color green, in every shade)
If you get lost (I like life)
Call on me (Mine, like, my life)
If you get lost (Don’t fucking bite, y’all n***** love to steal)