Freestyle at Terry’s Studio lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Y'all n*ggas got problems; what the f*ck I got? Burners
What the f*ck you saying to a real-ass n*gga
Come through the streets, I got my car on ice skates
What the f*ck you saying to me dog, I'm mean
Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen
Got a problem with it, chain all clean
b*tches on site, b*tch I don't write
Off top, let these n*ggas know some dog

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
The AK-47 leave a n*gga holey
Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli
I'm making that cheese, bowl of macaroni
I'm a make you my new tenderoni

[Verse 3: Left Brain]
Creep into your crib, I'll kill your daughter and your son
Then I'll hit you up with a f*cking water gun
With the Odd Future water gun, it's on the shirt
I'll put you on the shirt, n*gga, in the dirt
I ain't ready to lead the rap
Hold up, n*gga

[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring it back
n*ggas think the AK sh*t don't split
I don't give a f*ck; I f*cked my b*tch
[Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt]
In her pus*y, what the f*ck you looking at?
Got a problem n*gga, I could show you where we cooking at
Real n*gga off top with the spit
I'm a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen

[Verse 6: Domo Genesis]
You already know Young Dom's pop the heater
Come and slam a b*tch like a WWE diva
I go H.A.M. on the track, tote the MAC
Any n*gga talk sh*t, I'm a smack him with the strap
I been had b*tches, been had money
Been had True Religions n*gga, ain't a thing funny
So racked up, I could buy the mall
Come through shopping Mr. Big and Mr. Tall

[Verse 7: Tyler, the Creator]
Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab
Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad

[Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Real n*gga off the top with it
Come through, my diamonds look like Clicquot in the spot, n*gga
Off top with the spit, b*tch
I'm in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit
Real n*gga off top, rich, b*tch
Burner in the back, smack him in his di*k
[Verse 9: Domo Genesis]
I be on the block, I be selling crack
I got that spicy-ass money, call it pepper jack
You know Doms is riding with the heater
I come through

[Verse 10: Tyler, the Creator]
I'm getting this green like a rake
I'm sneaky like a snake

[Verse 11: Left Brain]
I'm a hit a lick
I'm a hit a lick on your b*tch tonight, n*gga
If she don't act right, n*gga, I'm a
Hit a lick on that b*tch tonight
n*gga, if she don't act right tonight, I'm a hit

[Verse 12: Na'kel Smith]
Be the witness, my n*gga, I sell dope
I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat
b*tch ass n*ggas

[Verse 13: Matt]
I'm so icy that I need four wrists
Thirty b*tches and my wolves in the forest
[Verse 14: Tyler, the Creator]
I'm big sh*t, you're poo little
Talking to your b*tch, I'm Dr. Dolittle