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[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

The Supreme tee is kinda dingy

Pass the fucking puffer, nigga stingy with the Usher, let it burn

Skate session with my niggas

On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath

I don't smoke weed

But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed

Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us

My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous

Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label

And busters don't get the zimper in Chris Lighty, alrighty

Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her

Keepin' all the arms and limbs in a large bin

My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan

In the fuckin toilet where my bars been

They been the shit since Riley figured out she really likes Dark men

Domo hitting bowls, nuggets size of coals

Rolling a whole 'nother blunt the size of a troll

Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol

Sees us strolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona

And some donuts, he'll be in a hole, but we're not gonna let it happen

Im not talking music when I say were the best at wrapping