Tyler, The Creator - WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT NOW | Текст песни

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• Tyler, The Creator
• WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT NOW

I hope you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga and payin' your taxes
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs with you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh shit, they are because you're not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in Lean, Xan every meal
You fuckin' weak and you robbin' your plug?
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
Cause apparently you're doin' your thing
(Talk your shit, Young Nigga!)
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh you wearin' Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the reason
Right now
A little goonie with some nice sounds
This little groupie want the pipe now
Yeah, she eatin' coochie, kinda dyke now
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go SKRRT now (Talk your shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but shit...
Can't you lower the price down?

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
Right now, nigga!
Right now, nigga!
Right now, nigga!

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Cause I'm not one
When it come to a vision, I ain't got one
Rolling Stone never gave me a cover so...
Ummm... so I shot one!
I ain't do college, I said fuck them lessons
I ain't join no gang, I said fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path
Cashed my first check and said fuck depression, nigga
Nigga what you scared for?
Everybody lean, everybody gang know
Nigga you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on, like
You ain't seen no shit like mine
You ain't seen no dick like mine
(Naaaah, pause)

[Hook: Kanye West]
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
(These niggas don't even understand! Goddamn, man!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Tell you dickheads I'ma go nuts
Niggas told me to grow up
So I matured to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts
There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my nigga Scoobie
Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
Somethin' always lost with you niggas like Liam
Neeson, boy, you better run
Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many cause their walk is bitter
Niggas mad at T
Where the tall freckled white boys at? Cause I don't fuck with niggas
That's not my homie, that's not my woadie
That's not my team, nigga, they're benchwarmers
I am a stormer, I am a trooper
I am a cooper, bring the losses now, you assume as I moved it
I run the business
I do not got time for niggas' opinions
They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're deadweight, them niggas useless, neck
Handle like mothafuckin' bad news
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin' jump jacks
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche
My little brother Taco got a Bimmer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA
But of course