Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Casey Veggies
Vocals
Mike G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Michael Griffin
Composer
Casey Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Fucking like this shit, fuck
Ah!
[Verse 1]
Tall, ugly **** with lips bigger than Tigger
Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger (Uh)
Cotton-picking ****, Golf Wang season sicker than the block
Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uh)
Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend
Like I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers (Umm)
Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck
Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor (Uh)
Pink haired Mrs., I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips
Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uh)
OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine
Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister (Uh)
Sick of being Black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask
Plotting on the babysitter before dinner
And hopefully I get her, if I don't, fuck it then
See, I never simp, son, polar opposite of Smithers, I'm done, bitch
[Chorus]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
The moon now working and the stars align
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Yeah)
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah, man)
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah, man)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Somebody told me I had a decline in the buzz
Not a shocker, bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum
And when I drop shit, you better have a towel and a sponge
And ask Bob, bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum
In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem
This shit fishy, **** dip like we were set in Harlem
Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon'
We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem
[Verse 3]
I'm like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach
My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief
Respect to whosoever minor appearances cause mass hysteria
But I'm still incomparable, I'm like the face of America
I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold
I'm a fucking centerfold, I'm something to behold
I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road
I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
The moon now working and the stars align
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Yeah)
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah, man)
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah, man)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit, bruh
A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup
Yeah I am, slut (I thought that you were nice)
I'm also half ass a racist who hates ****, yep, I'm a mixed mutt
'Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case
Golf is the bed sheets, hat and my T-shirt
TrashWang sticker on that Chima Fergolfson
I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen
It's Bimmer Boy's, boy, never swerving in the Benz
I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten
Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?
It's Loiter Squad, ****
[Outro]
Fucking Loiter Squad
That shit was fucking crazy
Yeah
Damn
Written by: Casey Jones, Michael Griffin, Tyler Okonma