tyler, the creator – what the fuck right now lyrics
[produced by kanye west]
[intro: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
i’m not crazy, i’m a f-ck.. oh sh-t!
floopy goober, motherf-cker, floopy f-ckin’ goober
hey man god d-mn, hey bro
they ain’t ready for what we ’bout to bring back!
they ain’t ready for tyler with the green hat!
they ain’t ready for the w-ng$ap, n-ggas!
f-ck is n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
yo
we gon’ die legends!
[verse 1: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
i hope you stackin’
i hope you puttin’ some money to the side
my n-gga, and payin’ your taxes (yeah)
i hope you not incriminatin’ you and your n-ggas
on songs if you’re trappin’
i hope you dressin’ yourself
and not followin’ n-ggas opinions on fashion
i hope them cars that you drivin’ ain’t rented
just to get some comments on ‘gram
oh sh-t, they are, because you not the man
low self-esteem, hide it in lean (yeah)
xan every meal
you f-ckin’ weak and you robbin’ your plug? (yeah)
you ain’t got no plan, but i’m not here to judge
cause apparently you’re doin’ your thing
[pre-verse: a$ap rocky]
talk your sh-t, young n-gga!
woo!
[verse 2: tyler the creator & a$ap rocky]
i know they see me
your pants got a flood, a little bit katrina
oh you wearin’ vans and supreme this season?
stop lyin’ to yourself, n-gga, me the reason
ahh! right now n-gga
uh, right now
a little gooey with some nice sounds huh
this little groupie want the pipe now yeah
she eatin’ coochie, kinda dyk- now, uh
got a new dirt bike, wow
and it match the go-kart, go skrrt now
talk your sh-t!
i really want the la ferrar’, but sh-t (hmmm)
can’t you lower the price down?
[bridge: a$ap rocky & tyler the creator]
f-ck right now
ay ay
f-ck right now
woo god (ayy, ayy)
ay right now n-gga
go right now n-gga
bite that n-gga
right now
[verse 3: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
cause i’m not one (woo!)
when it come to a vision, they ain’t got one (woo!)
rolling stone never gave me a cover so
hmmm (god) so i shot one! (woo!)
i ain’t do college (woo!) i said f-ck them lessons (yeah)
i ain’t join no gang, i said f-ck them weapons (yeah)
grabbed the keyboard, clancy crossed my path (woo!)
cashed my first check and said f-ck depression, n-gga
(got this money!)
n-gga what you scared for? (woo!)
everybody lean, everybody gang though (right)
n-gga you a new slave, i’m an old one
thanks to ben yang, still walk around with chains on (right)
like you ain’t seen no sh-t like mine
you ain’t seen no d-ck like mine
nah, pause
waddup
[chorus: a$ap rocky]
what the, what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now? (right now!)
what the f-ck right now? (golf w-ng, n-gga!)
what the f-ck right now? (a$ap gang, n-gga!)
what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now? (ay ay ay ay)
what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now? (ay man)
(these n-ggas don’t even understand! godd-mn, man!)
[verse 4: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
tell yo d-ckheads i’ma go nuts (woo)
n-ggas told me to grow up (huh?!)
so i matured to a v10 (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m in a vacant lot doin’ donuts (skrrt, skrrt)
there go my ego, leggo my eggo
never sip syrup, shout my n-gga scooty
y’all don’t want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
cause he pushin’ that mayo, fuego (ow!)
respect when you see him
boy, last album was a musical museum
somethin’ always lost with you n-ggas like liam
neeson, boy, you better run (yeah!)
here i come, snortin’ glitter, portrait pictures
i don’t run with many cause their walk is bitter
n-ggas mad at t, where the tall freckled white boys at?
cause i don’t f-ck with n-ggas (woo!)
that’s not my homie, that’s not my woadies (yeah!)
that’s not my team, n-gga, they’re benchwarmers (f-ck’em!)
i am a stormer, i am a trooper (f-ck’em!)
i am a koopa, bring the losses now, you -ssume as i moved it
i run the business, i do not got time for n-ggas’ opinions
they f-ckin’ stupid, don’t need ’em, don’t want ’em
i drop ’em, they’re deadweight, them n-ggas useless
neck heavy like mothaf-ckin’ bad news (woo!)
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 (riiight)
my big bro frankie got a porsche (huh?!)
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
[interlude: a$ap rocky]
get money, n-gga! get money!
all you funny lookin’ n-ggas, back the f-ck up!
ayy, ayy, ayy, man
[bridge: tyler, the creator]
i wanted to add this
i sit in room with a to do list
proceed to do and play acoustics, you
sit around and look at me feelin’ foolish
rollin’ up and make excuses, f-ckin’ losers
[outro: a$ap rocky]
f-ck them n-ggas! ayy man, ayy man!
ayy i just got one mothaf-ckin’ question
why the f-ck these n-ggas wanna look like me now?
why the f-ck these hoes wanna f-ck a n-gga like me now?
why the f-ck these n-ggas frontin’ like n-ggas ain’t been invented the swag they runnin’ with?
why the f-ck is n-ggas actin’ like n-ggas ain’t the originators of this sh-t?
man, i tell these n-ggas they can die and suck a d-ck!
how was that? cool?
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