I Got This

[Verse 1: Tyler Thomas]

L.A. to the M.D

Couple young motherfuckers

Taking niggas and turning them into samplate

I don't really need nothing but some Netflix

And some good head from one of my future exes

Am I sexist, cause I got a bad bitch checklist

Really, really ain't my fault cause the social media feeding my urge to splurge

And she like my pics so she want the dick

Got hoes, got hoes, got hoes, for real

Not Manti Te'o, all my hoes is real

Young top from the side where them niggas get live

And them hoes wanna roll like them clothes on fire

Oh my, oh my, oh my life, if I don't make it I'll die twice

She cold-blooded like Twilight

I think she know she my type

I'mma get off on everything, like I'm perverted

Make these niggas shake like we just met in person

And if you goin hate me then that mean I'm worth it

And if you could judge me then that mean I'm perfect

You feel it? Got them hook, let me reel in

Fucked up on the ceiling, that's how I'm feeling

She try out like prettylips, getting brain while I peel it, tight

[Hook: Tyler Thomas]

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this

[Verse 2: Logic]

One time for your motherfucking mind

When I get it I rip it up and every one of a kind

Heat when I rhyme

Never heard of it but I murder the beat when I rhyme

I better take it to another level, know I never settle, shit

Flow incredible, instrumental is edible

Talk a lot of game but this shit ain't credible

What's good, let me live it up, hit it up

V's up, got your shawty in the crib with her knees up

Ease up, let me bring it down

You the thing now, who the king now

Fuck around and finally got a little bit of bling now

But the money ain't a thing now

Yeah I know the shit sting now

Rattpack till my pulse flat

Take a look at my direction if you wonder where the boss at

Real talk, no false rap

[Hook: Tyler Thomas]

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

Somebody tell Miley Cyrus I’m tryna get a flight to her private island

And privately let her cosign my privates

And dine in her pussy 'til I get the 'itis

Pride of a lion the size of Goliath

Let one fly in the iris

I was was juking in the Porsche see if she can get Taj Mowry to let me drive with his license

Pitchfork probably won’t put me on their playlist I guess I’m not an A-list

To an elitist for my latest allegations but more riddled with scandals than Ronald Reagans

Who could appeal to the rockers and the Ragers gorillas in their cages?

Ape shit up in the mosh pit throwin them a set

Save money [?] innanet

[Hook: Tyler Thomas]

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this

Fuck y'all niggas, I got this

I came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, I got this

Pour up nigga, I got this