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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Na-Kel Smith
Na-Kel Smith
Vocals
Jasper Dolphin
Jasper Dolphin
Vocals
L-Boy
L-Boy
Vocals
Left Brain
Left Brain
Vocals
Lee Spielman
Lee Spielman
Vocals
Lucas Vercetti
Lucas Vercetti
Vocals
Taco Bennett
Taco Bennett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Na-Kel Smith
Na-Kel Smith
Songwriter
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Travis Bennett
Travis Bennett
Lyrics
Lionel Boyce
Lionel Boyce
Songwriter
L. Wells
L. Wells
Composer
Davon Wilson
Davon Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Sawed off, I eat those
These clothes ain't free, though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Oh, hold on, hold on, hold on, run that shit back
Don't give a fuck about these hoes
I want the Black kids to like me for this one, man
Trashwang, whoa
Illegal CIV, Trashwang
Yo
Golf Wang, Trashwang
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm with the fucking extras
Big dawg, cup full of eggnog
Don't give a fuck 'bout shit, but clips and Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed off, I eat those
These clothes ain't free, though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a fuck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clip till I'm not flow
Pushing Georgia trip, bitch, I got it popping
Me and Jasper are going coffin shopping
Nose to the boards, see a lot of boxes
Bitches see a boy and their mouth be frothing
Chains is glossing, bitch
[Chorus]
Trashwang ****, thriller, we the killer
You can tell I'm Golf Wanging by the fucking stickers
O-F or Wolf Gang, my **** is my ****
Don't let them skateboards fool you
Know **** that pull triggers
[Bridge]
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, roll a blunt
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, that's what's up
Trashwang, ****, roll a blunt
[Verse 2]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them **** are swell
Tighter than a straight **** going to jail
Locked in a box, ****, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My bitches are bad
She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my dick
What it be, bitch
Mob task force, Lil B, ****
[Verse 3]
Speaking of the devil
Y'all ****'s 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 carats
Fuck y'all ****' bullshit y'all cherish
I'm 21, I threw a party, but
The difference is y'all's didn't have a Ferris Wheel
[Verse 4]
Fifty-five grams in that blunt, ****
I face that, just cop that motherfucker Bimmer, ****
I race that, keep talking that shit
I'll pull your card, get tripped
Like that **** from Stomp The Yard
Don't fuck with Jasper, he a retard
Kill your motherfucking grandma, have your family scarred
[Verse 5]
Might fuck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
It's probably all the meth Walt Jr. provided
Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody told Megan and Sarah
To come and suck a
[Chorus]
Trashwang ****, thriller, we the killer
You can tell I'm Golf Wanging by the fucking stickers
O-F or Wolf Gang, my **** is my ****
Don't let them skateboards fool you
Know **** that pull triggers
[Verse 6]
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
**** ain't with that warfare
My goons got aim
A hundred racks before eighteen
Two hundred 'fore I hit six feet
****, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Your bitch try to suck my dick
[Verse 7]
Holding up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim
Spitting my verse wearing gold fangs
I'm loading up the nine, shouting Golf Wang
Your bitch tattoo, it say my name
Sachee Santana, ****, bird gang
Supreme team, Seventh veil
Paying all these ratchets
Phone bills, bills, bills, bills
[Bridge]
Yeah, y'all **** thought it was a game
We shutting the motherfucking shit down now, ****
It's over for you bitch ****
I'm here with my ****, Nasty Nak'
Mr. Versace, Wolf Haley in this motherfucker
Jasper, the motherfucking Dolphin
And my ****, Mike G
We taking this shit over, it's shut down for you bitch ****
I got the TEC, I'm blasting at y'all bitches heads, ****
Fuck all y'all ****
Getting hot in here
[Verse 8]
Odd Future Wolf Gang
Bro, we kill 'em all
Golf Wang sticker on that Trashwang, ****
Know that O-F popping, Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw
O.F.W.G.K.T.A
Yeah, you **** know them seven letters long
[Outro]
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
O-F-M
Ranging on your motherfucking F-M
****, the fuck you thought this was, ****
Click, click
Written by: Davon Wilson, L. Wells, Lionel Boyce, Na-Kel Smith, Travis Bennett, Tyler Okonma
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