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