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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Host
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Ben Fletcher
Ben Fletcher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Y'all **** know what's up
You say, you say pandemic? (Yeah)
Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (Bunnyhop)
Well, shit, remove us from the game
(I don't lean)
Then shit'll really get crazy
(I don't lean)
Gangsta Grizills (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I don't lean but my house do
Off the hill with the mean view (Yeah)
Nice house, if you look out
You can see some eagles and a few yachts
Got a roommate, he won't move out
If you want smoke, he the cool aunt
And he drill shit, got the tool out
It's the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out
****, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out
Then we woo-hah
This is Flipmode
And they know you're pussy like the douche out
Bitch, I'm koo-koo and his mouth wet (Koo-koo, koo-koo)
He a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now
I was too hot, TLC, waterfalls on my chest help me cool out
Got too many cars, shit a go-kart (Yeah)
They're catching dust, won't even start (Yeah)
Earlobe with Lemonheads, lookin' like Bart (Woo)
Keep your Patek, I spent that on art (Spent that on art, ****)
How much it cost? Shit, I don't know (Nah)
But I know that stage a million a show (True story)
Stuck in my ways, they say, "How so?"
First **** put a bike rack on a Rolls, T (Fuck with me)
[Verse 3]
A young turnt ****, I be fucking these hoes
Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I'm here)
Rich tell the world, come see me out low
I ain't rockin' with cuz, ****, free my bros (Trez)
I ain't got no safe, **** see me shinin' (Bitch)
Still fuck, I'm grinding (Lame)
Eighty for a gram, remind 'em (Aye, aye, aye)
Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit (Aye, ho)
Ten bad hoes, ****, look at that bitch (Look at her)
Still sellin' dope, I be cookin' that shit (Man, real talk)
My hoodie like six bands (Look, dog shit)
Over a hunnid (Yeah, yeah)
I'm from the bottom, bitch, we get money
Might tip a good ho, but ****, she ain't gettin' nothin'
Car go skrrt, hold on (Ha, pretty good, start it up)
****, you got lucky (Skrrt)
All this paper, I can bet she fuck
I ain't doin' no talkin', I ain't doin' no savin' (No, no, no)
Took her from a lame, I'll give this bitch back (Here)
Don't act crazy, **** still tote straps
Like get on, bitch, just spit on shit
Man, oh my God, remember lil'—?
Yeah, he got dropped (Hold on), I'm gone (We gone)
Bitch
[Outro]
Call on me (My bro is)
If you get lost (Runnin' his finger around the Ai WeiWei, Ai VeiVei bowl)
Call on me (I got that shit sittin' on my counter like a fruit bowl, that's like a hundred racks)
If you get lost (I like the color green in every shade)
If you get lost (I like life)
Call on me (Mine, like, my life)
If you get lost (Don't fucking bite, y'all **** love to steal)
Written by: Tyler Baudelaire, 42 Dugg, Frank Ocean
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