Jack and the Beanstalk lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z]
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Odd Future, I'm your motherf*cking sergeant
n*gga, I'm in charge, I f*ck with Freshjive
'Cause I get it, no charge
And BBC for the low price, no barging, n*gga that's a bargain
Cow-print t-shirt like motherf*cking dog
On the motherf*cking farm with c*ckadoodle doodles
I'm making straight b*tches pus*y wet just like a noodle
And my di*k must be dog food to these b*tches' poodles
Felines on the free time, I'm tossing b*tches' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang c*ck
To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, n*ggas spit heat, propane
n*ggas get the picture, I see, why?
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
My n*gga, no hook, and
They don't, paint pictures
My n*gga, no hook, and
They don't, paint pictures
My n*gga, no hook
They don't, paint pictures
My n*gga, no hook
They don't, paint pictures
No hook
They don't, paint pictures
f*ck a hook, man
They don't, paint pictures
f*ck a hook
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a f*cking HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we nollie all our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a f*cking White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag, in fact
My hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
n*gga, you pull over, f*ck a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my b*tch is strange
And I'm the only f*cking rapper without a chain
With a four-finger ring like I can't spell my f*cking name
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"
Them ignorant, thrashing motherf*ckers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from
n*gga, you don't claim none, from, I am the teacher
White and black b*tch like she's a motherf*cking zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you n*ggas on Easter

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator & Jay-Z]
My n*gga, no hook, and
They don't, paint pictures
My n*gga, no hook, and
They don't, paint pictures
My n*gga, no hook
They don't, paint pictures
No hook, and
They don't, paint pictures
No hook
They don't, paint pictures
No hook
They don't, paint pictures
No hook
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The pixels in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a f*cking bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, and
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That sh*t's gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turning old, so go (Yo—yo)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
(Gold) Synthesizer, I'm the mothaf*cking master
(It's gold) n*gga, I'm a bast*rd, I f*ck with chord keys
(Gold) 'Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drum is longer
(It's gold) Than a hi-hat made of plastic, n*gga, sound is elastic
(Gold) n*gga, you can't bite this, unless you want to bite back
(It's gold) I didn't take my f*cking Rit'lin, this is a hype track
(Gold) HypeTrak, that synth, n*gga this is sax sh*t
I had you motherf*ckers eating salad like a fat b*tch

[Break: Tyler, the Creator]
Gold
Um...
(Aight)
Uh...
Drop it
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Ace the Creator
O.F.M
Banging on your FM
Ace the Creator
Drop the drums, n*gga
Thank you to HypeBeast