Tyler, The Creator - Smuckers Lyrics
(feat. Lil Wayne & Kanye West)[Hook]For your boyI'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floorI'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motiveWhat's your name again? Nobody knows itDon't speak to me nigga, you not importantI'm focusedThey say I'm nutty, picnic basketNot short of a sandwichA peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggotPlease come and get meSaid I suck him at your neckLike a hickey, boy I'm sickyLike a HIV victim , man nobody *****in' with meI got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demonAnd a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe itBan a kid from the country, I never fall, never timberBut you *****ed up as a parent, your child idol’s a niggerI clearly don't give a *****, say you could run that shit backAnd ***** your loud pack, and ***** your SnapchatCherry Bomb, the greatest *****in' album since the days of soundAnd that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'roundDamn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaustYoung T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is softWe ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hoovesTyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juicePut that *****in' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakesMom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8When we ate its the steaks, now our section is greatCause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plateYe![Break: Kanye West]Why, why, why?Why don't they like me?Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checksBut I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike[Verse 2: Kanye West]Richer than white people with black kidsScarier than black people with ideasNobody can tell me where I'm headin'But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddingThey say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for meYou can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to meI made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of emI believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'I wanna turn the tanks to playgroundsI dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?""Yeah my nigga", Its on, its on, its on, its onI know they told their white daughters don't bring home JeromeI am the free nigga archetypeI am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deaconIt's funny when you get extra moneyEvery joke you tell just be extra funnyI mean you can even dress extra bummyCocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runnyAnd I gave you all I got, you still want extra from meOxford want a full blown lecture from meAnd the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassupErg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuckI studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of AutobahnSpeed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' GodHe said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"[Hook 2]For your boyI'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doorsI'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my roomDamn[Bridge]Two, Three, FourHold your *****in' horsesNiggas really *****in' thought that T lost itLike I'm better at an auction been exhaustedI been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips*****in' losers[Lil Wayne]Hold your *****in' ponies my homieI whip your donkey by my lonely I eat ***** like Shoney'sThat's Tunechi, homie master of ceremoniesI knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoniI swear[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator and Lil Wayne]This them golf boys, like them hot boysFor the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne(What up Slime, nigga go hard)Yeah, I'mma go hard like before CainGot too much drive, need like ten lanesLife is a broad and she give brainThat's that road head, thats a dream carGot a four ten, of that same year I was bornThat's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like IYou gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]My trigger finger wise but my nine dumbMiddle finger blind so its ***** A-N-Y one*****, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die sonI'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jumpUse Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high upSteaks are high well done and prime cut, eat upI stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time comeShe got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like WondaOh my goodness[Verse 5: Tyler, the Creator]Wayne them *****es ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddyYe we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles***** I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel(Black ass nigga)They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald SterlingBoy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the ClippersAnd a couple owners, that's kinda GermanYou bring the nooses, and a couple treesWhere the money grow, and [get] bodies burningCuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in BerlinOr some niggas from Alabama, BirminghamI need [music] all over the street like Erick SermonWas, ***** us, maybe we should team upAnti Golf boys cuz I don't ***** with me eitherI'mma liar, I'mma faggot[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]Son you need JesusBut I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, wellI'm prayin' for the new YeezysAnd you pussies playin' at the squash the beef like ZucchinisI know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tameOr lame, nor strange[Outro]Nah faggot its Golf Wang
