Tyler, The Creator - CORSO

{Intro}
Uh
Yo
Crazy, ayo
Look

{Verse 1}
I be talkin' that fresh shit, I don't need gum (Nah)
Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, never no weed crumbs (No)
He ain't talk to his bitch in three days
It ain't gotta be this way, I'm down for the threesome (Woo)
I might buy a boat (Nigga, yeah)
Depends if Capri got space, don't really need one
I can go in the wintertime, baby, I bleed sun
Find another nigga like me 'cause I ain't seen one (Tell 'em, no)
Pull up in that, uh, whatchamacallit? (Nyoom)
Played a couple demos at Madison Square Garden
And tell them motherfuckers at Sony I'm not callin'
I'm plottin' on a billi', chilly in my garden, yuh

{Open Verse}

{Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama}
B-Hop, uh, French Waltz, uh
She say she like the Royce and I'm like "Which one?"
I got two, hun, look (Let's go)
Catch me in my other-other-other-other crib, that's my AKA
Hurricane-proof all the views, shit like "A Bay Bay" (Damn)
The fuzzy hat, ascot, passport got tattoos
Slim nigga, big dick, with a fuckin' gap tooth
The way he beam (Bunny)
Call me Mr. Always On Some Shit You Never Seen (Hop)
In that mansion, livin' single, bitch, I'm Maxine
"Niggas of your standard shouldn't talk"
Give a fuck about your thoughts, call me if you get lost, bitch