Rest Stop Flow

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]

I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow

Butterfingers, I’m droppin’ bars like my signal was low

A car full of Os, looking like the cereal bowl

You hear me everywhere

(I'm everywhere)

But I ain't stereo though

I heard they waiting on my downfall

They talking again

Shit, I tell em' "fall back" like it's autumn again

I know they waiting for my reply, but that's all they'll get

I got my mind on bigger shit

Tell them adios then

I'm doing this for the niggas before me

Life's a bitch but god forbid that bitch divorce me

Fucking with these and one hoes they quick to cross me

They found out the hard way I guess they lost me

I'm feeling quite bossly now

I don't need love

Walking on air with my feet up a thousand feet up

I've been telling those to speak up because the money talking

It's hard to hear with all these hundreds talking

Everyday I be shining ask the weather man

Now it's girls on my jock like a Letterman

I just do it the best

If that means I'm doing better than

Then fuck it, whatever then all day

BrandUn DeShay

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]

I'm chillin' with the homies

Real talks, real conversations

Most of y'all speaking on what girl that nigga dating

I only speak to her and she say she facing

I hope she ain't got braces

Make her keep going til' I tell her she amazing

Casey keep spittin got these haters walking mazes

I used to play games now I'm playing for the payment

Born in '93 with my girl from the '80s

I just say it again to them

Lotta niggas try to stop me but I ran through them

Lotta niggas didn't believe I wave my hands to them

Now everybody know exactly what the man doing

Ro-man music pump it loud, go ahead and make it grand to it

I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it

It's Odd Future til' I stop you heard my first music

Now when you come and see me rock bring a hurse to it

You niggas

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a fucking monster

Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it, badass posture

Copped some angel wings in Hell, where they discounted

Mounted with the devil, he was formal with some Polo and some Dockers

Dancing with him, playing vintage Cindi Lauper

With some Crips in all red, like they playing Red Lobster

My bitch is white Italian to be exact, mobster is her father

And he'll kill me when he finds out I'm reading her Harry Potter

Fuck him, I'm a demon, fill your daughter up with semen

With Supreme embroidered logos, making fun of homos

Cause it's funny

Tommy rugby Hilfiger, screaming nigga with a cluck

I'm a fuckin' Nazi with a condom, barely give a fuck

Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91'

We hockey fuckin' awesome, hit you with the Wolf Gang puck

Trucks thunder, now she's in the trunk

Wondering why she's 'bout to get raped and chopped up, lumber

He said write a sixteen, well she was seventeen

And I'm only eighteen and that's statutory rape

And if you fucking snitch on me I guess I'll make the great escape

To have a date with your dead body and I cannot be late

Might do a Ted Bundy, I can consider ya'll some haughtys

If they find me at my home, guess I gotta fucking roam

All alone in the streets, gotta hustle drugs for food

Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Fuck you, O.F.M. Bangin' on your mothafuckin' FM

Fuck Tammy

Fuck Tammy