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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Domo Genesis
Additional Vocals
Lionel Boyce
Additional Vocals
Travis Bennett
Additional Vocals
Gravediggaz
Sampled Artist
DJ Drama
Host
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Larry Willis
Composer
Anthony Berkeley
Composer
Robert Diggs
Composer
Arnold Hamilton
Composer
Paul Huston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Ben Fletcher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't-
[Verse 2]
Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't pull out
MSG sell out
Fuck these **** yap 'bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got their backs out
[Verse 3]
Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me Lumberjack 'cause I wish a **** would race
Do it like I? This the wish a **** could face
They ain't getting paper like they should
Wait
**** ain't really on the type of shit he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a million for him
I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan
I took that gold bitch home, **** was big mad
I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car 'cause I ain't know how to celebrate
That big boy, that big bitch, for all weather
It never rain in Cali, came with an umbrella
[Verse 4]
Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't pull out
MSG sell out
Fuck these **** yap 'bout?
Good credit score, this card really can't max out
Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me Lumberjack 'cause I wish a **** would race
[Verse 5]
I might sled in Utah, LA is too warm
My **** tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan
Salad colored emerald on finger the size of croutons
**** can not fuck with performance of Magic New Wand
That's my nuance, used to be the weirdo
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle
Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
[Verse 6]
Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
[Verse 7]
Close y'all fucking faces
Them stones is cloudy, ****
Written by: Anthony Berkeley, Arnold Hamilton, Larry Willis, Paul Huston, Robert Diggs, Tyler Okonma