Remix - Tyler, The Creator

I can’t give a fuck 'bout what you saying, what you talking

I be sparking, nigga, I’m just trying to smoke my weed

Watch me as I’m floatin' and I’m fallin', never stallin', hella awesome

Baby, I’ma give you what you need

Blowin' on some gas in a Swisher with some hash in the middle

Dawg, I’m choking, homie, I can’t breathe

Got me screaming

Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas

Keep on smoking it 'til my eyes bleed, until my eyes bleed

Cheifin' until my vision bleeds from the pot

Fiend for the Mellow Team cause we the very cream of the crop

Single a spot, we scheming, infrared beams for the top

Give you the verbal use of drugs, people, you need it or not, or not

Or what?

We hot as fuck, fuck nigga, you out of luck

I’ve been kickin' knowledge since my fuckin' pockets knotted up

You was still a novice when my confidence was plotted up

Makin' the most of what this bullshit world allotted us

I carry the mic with a scary delight

Death and hip-hop follow H.B.

with a tracking device

And bitch, I put that on everything, it’s golf every-wang

Hit the crack pipe or find a better hang, wolves wearing fangs

Niggas out here on the hunt

Bitches, brunches, and blunts

Fifties, hundreds and up

You gonna roll it or what?

Black hoodies homie, no tux

Still not giving no fucks

Decision making reliably, taking over society

Tyler, Hodgy and Doms

Niggas forgot about us

Knowing we wreck shit hotter

Than turtlenecks in Bahamas

I fucking wear mine in august

To match my long sleeve pajamas

Made out of llamas and lava

Cause niggas was sleeping on us

With one eye open, it’s the odd futurama

Mac 11, make you do the Macarena

This lasagna that I’m making

You ain’t eating, you just drinking orange soda

Bruh i told you I’m all that

The pockets is on Kenan

If you don’t know who we are by now

Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow

Never salute your captain Charlies were 'round town

The way out this battle is if I’m dead or they bow down

Bow down, bow down

Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow

Never salute your captain Charlies were 'round town

Pow, pow

Bow down