Parking Lot

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]

I don't fucking like this shit, fuck

Ah!

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]

Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than Tigger

Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger (Uhh)

Cotton-picking nigga, Golf Wang season sicker than the block

Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uhh)

Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend

Like I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers (Uhm)

Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck

Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor (Uhh)

Pink haired Mrs., I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips

Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uhh)

OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine

Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister (Uhh)

Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask

Plotting on the babysitter before dinner

And hopefully I get her, if I don't, fuck it then

See I never simp son, polar opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitch

[Chorus: Casey Veggies & (Tyler, the Creator)]

Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot

Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot

The moon now working and the stars align

I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind

(Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot) Yeah

(Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot) Ah man

(Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot) Ah man

(Yeah) Yeah

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]

(Somebody told me...) I had a decline in the buzz

Not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum

And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge

And ask Bob bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum

In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem

This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem

Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthony

We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem

[Verse 3: Mike G & (Tyler, The Creator)]

I'm like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach

My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief

Respect to whoever's minor appearances cause mass hysteria

But I'm still incomparable, I'm like the face of America

I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold

I'm a fucking centerfold, I'm something to behold

I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road

I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals, (Bitch)

[Chorus: Casey Veggies & Tyler, The Creator]

Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot

Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot

The moon now working and the stars align

I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind

Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Yeah)

Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah man)

Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Ah man)

(Yeah) Yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]

It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh

A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup

(I thought that you were nice) Yeah I am, slut

I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, yep, I'm a mixed mutt

'Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case

Golf is the bed sheets (Hat and my T-shirt)

TrashWang sticker on that Chima Fergolfson

I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen

It's Bimmer Boy's, boy; never swerving in the Benz

I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten

Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?

It's Loiter Squad nigga...

[Outro]

Fucking Loiter Squad...

(That shit was fucking crazy)

Yeah

(Damn)

[Skit]

Yo, Wolf, nigga

What? Why are you running?

Sam's after you

Sam's after who?

You!

For what? What the fuck?

He found out that you and Salem been hanging out, he said he gonna kill you

Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me?

You got a booger in your nose

What the, wait, slow down, wait, slow down, what the fuck you mean he gonna kill me?

I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you

Not if I get to him fir-