Rasta

[Intro: Hodgy] Yeah, welcome to the show I hope you like us and if you don't, fuck you [Verse 1: Hodgy] Black rasta band, fitted caps, no dreads Look into the crowd, I see soldout heads Tyler hit the drums while I pump up the fans Left Brain with his shirt off jumping in the stands Everybody hyped up and waving they hands Spotlight so bright man, we all gon' have tans Take this purchase like grams, Odd Future goes harder Than sliced Thanksgiving honey roasted ham Getting butter to the jam, so jam Start in the PM, and end in the AM I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram I patrol control, so a fucking controller These niggas crying, put 'em in a stroller I stroll up in the fucking Range Rover Red Rover, green Rover and I'm finna run you over [Interlude: Hodgy] Today's Friday, what do you do on Friday? Get high You could hang with some friends, get some people, get together You buy some tickets, you gon' see a great fucking show Ace, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, bitch! Welcome to the show! Welcome to the show, bitch! I hope you like us! You should love us actually, we work hard Now, I'm gon' introduce you to the man on the drums Ace the Fucking Creator, bitch! [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Roll up a dutchie, I don't smoke weed, I do coke But I guess that's why the white girls wanna fuck me Man this bitch musty, man that nigga lucky I bout to get his bitch, and get that bitch to come and touch me Bob Marley blaring, it's hot as fuck, sweaty My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing My nigga Brain Leftin', O-high like Cleveland Niggas in the evening, chilling like a villain in December Drunk as fuck so I can't remember a thing I'm 'bout to fall, timber Odd Future rasta, I'm a fucking monster Lochness, throw me in the beach (Comprende) Man I got this bitch and her yeast on my tongue Hopefully she cum.. fuck, drunk off this rum And she from the home of the fucking Middle East So her pussy bomb, peace