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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Casey Veggies
Casey Veggies
Vocals
Mike G
Mike G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Joseph Jones
Casey Joseph Jones
Songwriter
Michael Anthony Griffin III
Michael Anthony Griffin III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than tigger Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger (uh) Cotton-picking nigger, 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 (um) 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 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 Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot, yeah (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 why bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem Eaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthony We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem I'm like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach My campaign speech elect me, commander-in-chief Respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause mass hysteria But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold I'm a fuckin' centerfold, I'm somethin' to behold I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals (bitch) 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 Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot, yeah 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 (I thought that you were nice) Yeah I am slut I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, yep I'm a mixed mutt Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case Golf is the bedsheets (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 nigga Fucking Loiter Squad (that shit was fucking crazy) Yeah (damn, hahahaha) Yo, wolf, nigga What? Why are you running? Sam's after you Sam is after who? You What the fuck? He found out you and Salem been hanging out He say he gon' kill you Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me? You got a booger in your nose What the- wait slow down, wait slow down, what the fuck you mean he gon' kill me? I don't know he just say he gon' kill you Not if I get him fir-
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma, Michael Griffin, Casey Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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