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[feat. Casey Veggies] [Verse 1: Tyler] Hello, the Hype is so Mellow Bitch I'm dope and my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it My accessorize accessories bring out my assets Nigga they sound on acid, tablets Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses I suffer from ADHD I should win a fuckin' award for bein' me Beat bangin' the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons Ace the Underdog, thrown 'em on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender Eating Belgium waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts Songtexte[Verse 2: Tyler] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan I'm your favorite rapper fan, it's an honor to shake my hand On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] And they see me they play pictionary I got a good way with words like a dictionary And in that dictionary my name is Bob Fresh They at the same spot they making no progress Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy Of a process, eargasms they have 'em The hotels we styin' in twelve star Tyler say "Yo Casey just write a twelve bar" If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars You haters what up, you Gods They against us, oh no Red and white diamonds, Supreme box logo Aus Songtexte Mania