WHAT THE f*ck RIGHT NOW lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I'm not crazy, I'm a f*ck—ohh, sh*t!
Floopy goober, motherf*cker (Floopy f*ckin' goober)
Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro
They ain't ready for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the green hat!
Ugh, f*ck it
They ain't ready for the WANG$AP, n*ggas!
I—I'mma rap this next verse
f*ck is n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga?
Yo
We gon' die legends!

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I hope you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my n*gga, and payin' your taxes (Yeah)
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your n*ggas on songs if you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' n*ggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh, sh*t, they are, because you not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in lean (Yeah), Xan every meal
You f*ckin' weak, and you robbin' your plug? (Yeah)
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause, apparently, you're doin' your thing
Talk your sh*t, Young n*gga! Woo!
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh, you wearin' Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, n*gga, me the reason
AHH! Right now, n*gga
Ugh, right now
A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
She eatin' coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go "skrrt!" now (Talk your sh*t!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but sh*t (Vmmm)
Can't you lower the price down?
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Tyler The Creator]
f*ck right now
Ayy! Ayy!
f*ck right now
Woo! God! Ayy
Ayy right now, n*gga
What the f*ck right now!
Go right now, n*gga
What the f*ck right now!
Bite down, n*gga, here we go!

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
'Cause I'm not one (Woo!)
When it come to a vision, they ain't got one (Woo!)
Rolling Stone never gave me a cover, so...
Um... (god) So I shot one! (Woo!)
I ain't do college (Woo!), I said f*ck them lessons (Yeah)
I ain't join no gang, I said f*ck them weapons (Yeah)
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path (Woo!)
Cashed my first check and said "f*ck depression, n*gga!"
(Got this money!)
n*gga what you scared for? (Woo!)
Everybody lean, everybody gang though (right)
n*gga you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on (Right)
Like you ain't seen no sh*t like mine (Woo!)
You ain't seen no di*k like mine
Nahhh—pause
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
What the, what the f*ck right now?
What the f*ck right now? (Right now!)
What the f*ck right now? (Golf Wang, n*gga!)
What the f*ck right now? (A$AP Gang, n*gga!)
What the f*ck right now?
What the f*ck right now? (Ay ay ay ay)
What the f*ck right now?
(These n*ggas don't know what we 'bout to do)
What the f*ck right now? (Ay man)
(These n*ggas don't even understand! Goddamn, man!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Told you di*kheads I'ma go nuts (Woo)
n*ggas told me to grow up (Hanh?!)
So I matured to a V10 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts (Skrrt, skrrt)
There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my n*gga Schooly
Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego (Oww!)
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
Somethin' always lost with you n*ggas like Liam
Neeson, boy, you better run (Yeah!)
Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many cause their walk is bitter
n*ggas mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at?
'Cause I don't f*ck with n*ggas (Woo!)
That's not my homie, that's not my whoadies (Yeah!)
That not my team, n*gga, they're benchwarmers (f*ck 'em!)
I am a stormer, I am a trooper (f*ck 'em!)
I am a Koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as I moved it
I run the business, I do not got time for n*ggas' opinions
They f*ckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're deadweight, them n*ggas useless
Neck heavy like mothaf*ckin' bad news (Woo!)
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin' jump-jacks (Riiight)
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche (Hanh?)
My little brother Taco got a Bimmer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA, but of course
[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Get money, n*gga! Get money!
All you funny-lookin' n*ggas, back the f*ck up!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, man

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
Um, oh, I wanted to add this
I sit in room with a to-do list, pro-
Ceed to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin' foolish
Rollin' up and make excuses, f*cking losers
Jesus, damn man

[Outro: A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator]
f*ck them n*ggas! Ayy, man, ayy, man!
What the f*ck right now!
Ayy I just got one mothaf*ckin' question:
What the f*ck right now!
Why the f*ck these n*ggas wanna look like you now?
What the f*ck right now!
Why the f*ck these hoes wanna f*ck a n*gga like you now?
What the f*ck right now!
Why the f*ck these n*ggas frontin' like n*ggas ain't been invented the swag they runnin' with?
Why the f*ck is n*ggas actin' like n*ggas ain't the originators of this sh*t?
Man, I tell these n*ggas they can die and suck a di*k!
How was that?
Cool?

[Produced by Kanye West]