Tyler, The Creator - Trashwang Lyrics

Sawed-off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes

[Tyler:]
Hold on, run that shit back
(This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive)
I want the black kids to like me for this one, man

[Lee Spielman:]
Trash Wang
Illegal Shit
Golf Wang
[Screaming throughout the whole song]

[Verse 1: Na-Kel]
Bitch I'm with the f*cking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Don't give a f*ck 'bout shit but clips and
Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clips till I'm not flow
Pusha Georgia trip, bitch I got it poppin'
Me and Jasper goin' coffin shoppin'
Hoes see the board be a lot of boxes
Bitches see a boy and they mouth be frontin
Chains is glossin'
Bitch

[Hook:]
Trash Wang niggas
Thrilla we da killa
You can tell I'm Golf Wanging
By the f*cking stickers"
OF or Wolf Gang
My niggas is my niggas
Don't let the skateboards fool you
Know niggas that pull triggers

Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt

Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt

[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas are swell
Tighter than a straight nigga goin' to jail
Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My bitch isn't bad
She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my dick, what it beeee
Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, nigga
Speaking of the devil
Y'all niggas cornier than kettle
Y'all couldn't smoke crack or heroin, in a black ops plane and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I made some carrots
F*ck y'all niggas' bullshit, y'all cherish
I'm 21, I threw a party but...
Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris
Wheel

[Verse 3: Jasper]
55 Grams in the wrap nigga
I face that
Just copped that motherf*cker Bimmer nigga
I race that
Keep talking that shit
I'll pull your card
Get chipped like that nigga from stomp the yard
Don't f*ck with Jasper
He a retard
Kill ya mother f*cking grandma have your family scarred

[Verse 4: Tyler the Creator]
Might f*ck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
It's prolly all the meth Walt Jr provided
Wolf Gang, up in this bitch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and suck a

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Taco]
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
Niggas ain't with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
Nigga we bout it bout it
Yo bitch try to suck my dick

[Verse 6: Lucas]
Hold up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim (ouch)
Spit my verse on the Gold Flame
I'm loading up the 9 shouting Golf Wang
Your bitch tattoo
It say my name
Sacchee Santana
Nigga bird gang
Supreme team
7th Vail
Paying all these ratchets
Phone bills

[L-Boy:]
(What) Yeah
Y'all niggas thought it was a game
We shutting the motherf*cking shit down now nigga
It's over for you bitch niggas
I'm here with my nigga nasty Nak', Mr. Versace
Wolf Haley in this motherf*cker
Jasper The Motherf*cking Dolphin
And my nigga, Mike G
We taking this shit over
It's shut down for you bitch niggas
I got the Tech
I'm bustin' at y'all bitches heads nigga
F*ck all you niggas
It's gettin' hot in here

[Tyler:]
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill 'Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
Niggas know that OF poppin Loiter Squad to Flog Gnaw
OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
OFM, banging on your motherf*ckin' FM
Nigga, f*ck you thought this was nigga
Haha
Click Click [gunshot]

[Salem:] What the f*ck was that