Biscuits

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] What the hell?! [Verse 1: Hodgy] Yeah Yeah, uhh Ride 7:30, arrive 7:30 Ride hella dirty, shades extra nerdy I heard it from a birdie, Blackberry I replied In the burb you heard me barter cash and get supplied I cut off their supplies, cause this a drug movement Crack music muh'fucker this is thug music I hustle harder because this how the thugs do it I move smart decisions, you just STUCK stupid! Ace fuckin' moved it, Vyron oddly looped it Fall in love with music like you struck by Cupid My hair is in your face nigga three pounds to it If the radio don't play my jam, they fuckin' foolish What's his name? (Hodgy Beats) He's the coolest The paper and the pen that's what he'll take you to school with Odd Future is his camp, tree strumps with a branch Where they lamp, and they chant, and they grant, when they ranked You with this certified stamp of the procedure Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers [Hook] I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music It's a Odd Future playlist, it's a Odd Future playlist I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music It's a Odd Future playlist, it's a Odd Future playlist [Verse 2: Hodgy] One verse is all you need for a fix Cause I'm not throwing stones and sticks, I'm lodgin bricks I'm not a kid, but I can show you some Trix That'll have you in the mix like Twix, switch! I swear I hear 'em cheerin', I swear I know you hear 'em Oops I did it again nigga fuck your Brittney Spear'n I'm lookin' in the mirror, and my vision's gettin clearer I can smell the truth gettin nearer Reeboks black bag, Odd Future era Iller than cold beans spilled upon your fresh new fit We bangin' in your ears with some fresh new shit I'm a jive ass nigga with my fresh music