[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
b*tches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga
[Verse 1: Tanner, The Great]
I’m chilling in the garage with my mans
We rolled a few backs and we slumped off the xans
Cookie got me feeling dizzy and I’m hella hazy
I know my eyes red as hell, but don’t call me crazy
Cause I’m tryna get high as the clouds go
I’m tryna be higher than my afro used to be though
I always stay the limelight of my friend group
n*ggas always on my shoes, like some goddamn poop
All y’all n*ggas f*cking clowns, for real
When I roast y’all you’ll be frowning, what’s the deal
I gotta few down females that’s bouta come through
And they about to get a track meet by the whole crew
Yeah we faded off that henny n*gga get a clue
And if you ain’t bout those pros we don’t f*ck with you
Cause we just chill people tryna live it big
And if you don’t agree you can suck my f*cking di*k
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
b*tches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga
[Verse 2: ARMAGEDDON]
Got so high I forgot to come down man
Jumping out the plane now I'm just free Fallin
Only thing on me is my f*cking pair of shoes
Nike air Jordan's
So I don't need a parachute
Got some headphones on so I'm not even hearing you
You're a fake ass
Pull your mask off like scooby doo
In the cage with some gorillas now what's there to do
Ain't no billets hittin us like an Ohio Zoo
Rip apart the track, zany like a Loony Toon
You try to fire back, failing like a stupid goon
I'm sick on this beat, like I'm bringing back Ebola
And my flow is f*cking nuts, it's probably granola
You tried to write a verse but this got you starting ova
You'll leave here in a hearse
See ya, nice to know ya
Still rolling up these papers
Me and Tanner bout to blow up
Waiting for that next track like and fiend to Coca Cola
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
b*tches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n*gga