Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Tyler, The Creator
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Tyler Okonma
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Tyler, The Creator
Producción
Vic Wainstein
Ingeniería de grabación
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brian Gardner
Masterización
Letra
[Verse 1]
Sick to my motherfucking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since "Bastard", Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than
Excess shit that's weighing on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle
But I've fucked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me halfway, bitch, I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout out to my **** Taco
[Verse 2]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 3]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 4]
So, a couple fags threw a little hiss fit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
You think I give a fuck?
I ain't even stick my dick in yet
No homo, too soon
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a fucking newbie
Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hooptie
Four-story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be
[Verse 5]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 6]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 7]
Wait a goddamn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons, naming them, and aim them in One Direction (Wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a goddamn speaker
Anytime you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the goddamn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a god damn seizure
[Verse 8]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 9]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 10]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 11]
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
Fuck that Golf Wang
[Verse 12]
Oh, cut it out
I said I didn't want no goddamn lettuce
I don't want that shit
I don't want your goddamn lettuce
Written by: Tyler Okonma
