Green Bean (Highlights Remix) lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse]
I’m seeing through the plot like a movie
You ain’t my dog but you still lookin’ goofy
My vertical Uzi
I’m polished clean like I’m a f*cking Ruby
Everybody in the street they holler at the sketch
Turn the stu’ into a famine, other rappers in a wedge
Everything you’re saying is a stretch
I’m not feeling too Olaf, so I’ll express my kvetch
All the spiders in the house, where’s the maggots?
I’m biting on my nails, it’s a really bad habit
Got the whole world watching, hoping that I miss the stratus
But I’m Sia, right now you can’t see me but I got that jacket
So I’m bulletproof, b*tch better believe
I’ll turn into the greatest rapper you can ever see
You can be asmatic, but still never be Reeves
Just like a dad, I’ll hop on a beat and then I’ll leave
Got the lightning in my corner, in my league
I’ll spread disease, before I’m sixteen
The plague followin’ me like I’m anti-vax
Tomorrow is today, and you’re cancelled like Andi Mack
And this verse is still yet to reach its climax
My bars are stuck in your ears like it’s some slimy wax
I can see what’s happening crystal clear like IMAX
Like the green dinosaur, avoid my income tax
Man, that’s a joke, cause I’m only fifteen
I’m getting to the guac, I’m getting to the green bean
I’m never gonna become a junkie like Charlie Sheen
And the rod is reeled in, shoutout to Amine
Aminé, no, I don’t comprende
I get my roller, there is no need for some spray
How much do you weigh? I’m losing every day
You ain’t got the answers! You ain’t got the answers, Sway!
Okay
b*tches wanna go wherever I go
There’s some men at work, haters looking for the cargo
And a boy really be lookin’ for discounts at Costco
Level up to 20 so I’m feelin’ like a Fearow
Hold up, hold up, hol’ on bro
I can’t be going too slow, or I’ll be left in the snow
A new AK’s in my possession and I’m needing all the ammo
But don’t you dare ever try to f*ck with me and my woes
I got some orders for you, here’s my memo
Rob a bank, get the cake, kill a man, you know
I got your picture so I will turn it to the police
You are not my Ally, so go retire, Zach’s at peace
Egg your house and the heat makes a quiche
All my goons and me are up in the trees
And we starting wars like the vietnamese
Roughed up, all your clothes have a crease, I repeat

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