Oldie

Oldie (Explicit) - Odd Future

Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma/Gerard Long/Vyron Turner/Michael Griffin/D. Cole/Christopher Breaux/Davon Wilson/Thebe Kgositsile/Travis Bennett

Composed by：Tyler Okonma/Gerard Long/Vyron Turner/Michael Griffin/D. Cole/Christopher Breaux/Davon Wilson/Thebe Kgositsile/Travis Bennett

Produced by：Tyler/The Creator

Yo shout out to everybody that worked on the album

You feel me son

Yo shouts out to Ty Dollas

Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies shouts out to Left Brizzle

Shouts out to Domyon shouts out to Frankie Ocean

Shouts out to Syd the Dude shouts out to L-Boy Awk

Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners

In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages

Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches

So when he says catch up it looks like an accident

Um flowing like my pad is the maxiest

My ***** white and black like she's been mimicking a panda

It's the dark skinned nigga kissing ******* in Canada

Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela

Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain

I never had a reason nigga I was just able

Not a ******* Logic contradicting d**k head

Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit

Semen scented cheetah printed tee

In that 'Preme five panel I'll repeat it for the season

Previous items in the present

With the normal a*s past like I cheated on my team

Man tried to get that nigga but Golf Wang

To have some type of knowledge that is one perception

But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus

I'm Zeus to a Kronos

Cartilage cartridge is boneless

Smiles of cowards in lead showers

Dead spouses in red blouses

Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting

I'm on my Robin Hood ****

Robbin' in the hood whips drugs jewels and your pet

I'm stealing your rings coke diamonds and your Vet

Soldiers lace the ******* boot

And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop

It's Killhodgy nigga stay the **** off my stoop

And out my Kool aid juice

Hodgy got the juice I got the gin

Jasper got the Henny my nigga we get it in

Wolf Gang party at the hotel

I call a ho you call a ho and all the hoes tell

You know Left Brain need a freak

I need a ***** to go down like a Nitty beat

Yup uh and her a*s fat

Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at

Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke ***** get higher

Domo where that Flocka Flame

Talkin' 'bout a lighter

Still bang salute me or just shoot me

Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting

Yea my nigga Ace will pull the black jack

The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac

Livin' like the Mafia ***** don't get to slacking up

And if these haters actin' up throw 'em in the aqueduct

Free my nigga Earl yo I don't really ask for much

But two bad ******* in front of me cunnilingus

What the **** is caution

Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins

Lost in translation the dreams you chase

Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base

That's great - I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones

With Rihanna and Christina Milian bring it on

And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp

Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him

No strays while we catchin' matinees huh

I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days

I had the top off the GT3 like toupees

One finger in the air all's fair when crime pays

My grand scheme of things

Is to be attached to the game like ******* to their wedding rings

And you don't even need to look

Cause we gleam obscene in the light

Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham

Rock LA to Harlem

If you say get 'em Mike G then I got 'em

One man squadron nigga I'm a problem

From Briggs I got bars and plans to

Pimp these Polish ******* into pop stars

Humanity kills we all suffer from insanity still

And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real

OF 'til I OD and I probably will uh

It's still Mr. Smoke-a-lot-of-pot

Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop

Do I love her prolly not

Know your **** is not as hot as anything I ******* drop

***** I'm in the zone stand alone like Macaulay Cock

I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot

Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock

Now I'm all grown sing songs just to give 'em watts

Fire what I talk but still cooler than the otter pop

Op Dom neck **** in your wish list

Mad sick **** mad d**k for your *******

On some slick **** your mistress on my hit list

And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this *****

Odd in your ************* area

Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya

Suicide flow let the big wave carry ya

Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up

And **** your team ho nigga wassup

Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no *****

You know me dog I'ma chill in the cut so I can

Cut it short break it down couple pounds roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga

Rent a super car for a day

Drive around with your friends smoke a gram of that haze

Bro easy on the ounce that's a lot for a day

But just enough for a week my nigga what can I say

I'm hi and I'm bye wait I mean I'm straight

I'ma get you this wine the runner just brought the grapes

My brother give it some time Morris and Day

'Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes

On the song cut and you could sample the feel

Headphone bleed make this **** sound real

Used to work the grill fatburger and fries

Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars

Now how many ******* crystal balls can I buy and own

Humble old me had to flex for the fogs

Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone

Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

Yea bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit this rapping is stupid and it's hard

Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go

Hey it's Jasper not even a rapper

Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster

Got a TV show so I guess I'm an actor

Pot head half baked lookin' like Chappelle

Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell

Still ignorant still hit a *****

Wolf Gang nigga so I still don't give a ****

Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap

Bong rips as I feel on that little ***** cat

Hah nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick

Just for the ******* little bit of money in my pocket

**** it Wolf Gang

Yeah **** that

Look the contrast is a pair of lips

Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip

******* all American terrorist

Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a ******* carrot stick

And me

I just spent a year Ferrisin'

And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is

Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel

So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is

Narrow tight line might impair him

Since I made it back to Fahrenheit grimey get dinero type

Pharaoh ******* pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite

Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise

Ladidadi back in here to **** the party up

Raiding fridges tipping over vases with a tommy gun

Never dollars pop would make it rain hockey pucks

60 day chips from ******* awesome anonymous

Call him bloated 'til he show them that the flow deluxe

Off the wall loafers four loko and a cobra clutch

Vocals bold and rough evoke a ho' to pose his drum

Let me hit him hit it with a stick until the ho was numb

Culprit of the potent punch

Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada

Driving drunk inside a stolen truck

******** like his colon bust

Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum

Supernova I'm rollin' over the novices

I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is

Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end

Post mortem porkin' this rap **** and record it

To escort it to the morgue again

Lord of lips bored of this

Forklift the tippy top best under 40 list

Stormin' the gate who's sure in the base scorching ladies

************* soarin' torso and face

Get at me with savages have a pack of Apache

Indian pack of niggas who don't give a **** if we nasty as flatulence

As a matter of fact your swagger is tacky so see me you can't

Like crunchy black cats in a taxi

Back like lateral passing

With that ************* gladiator manner of rapping

As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me

Fall back if your paddies is Maxi

Please

OF **** that's all I got

From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac

From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks

Shredding down 'Fax Wolf Gang run the ******* block

Storefront knee tat

Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks

And grip tape and my shoes

Um I was 15 when I first drew that donut

5 years later for our label yea we own it

I started an empire I ain't even old enough

To drink a ******* beer I'm tipsy off this soda pop

This is for the niggers in the suburbs

And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word

And the ones that got called weird fag ***** nerd

Cause you was into jazz kitty cats and Steven Spielberg

They say we ain't actin' right

Always try to turn our ******* color into black and white

But they'll never change 'em never understand 'em

Radical's my anthem turn my ******* amps up

So instead of critiquing and ******** being mad as ****

Just admit not only are we talented we're rad as ****

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