Potato Salad (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/A$AP Rocky

Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma/Rakim Mayers/Craig Brockman/Melissa Elliot/Lee Hatim/Monica Brown

Composed by：Tyler Okonma/Rakim Mayers/Craig Brockman/Melissa Elliot/Lee Hatim/Monica Brown

Ayy you gon' start me from the top listen

Shout out harlem man

Shout out aap rocky man

Awge in the building man

What's good is that potato salad

Yo listen

N***as give me the cold shoulder I can speak for myself

So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt

And got a belt with the holster I ain't playing games

But got some lil' n***as

Who would do it so I pass the controller

You get pressed and x out tri-angle your nose

Pause your life if you squares

Try to mess with my o's whoa

So cut the crap like s**t barbers

'Cause we really with

The beef like closeted gay fathers

N***a we get dollars give 'em to ben baller

Exchange for them chains

That's all shiny with thick water

I got back pains neck heavy like whipped cream

My whip clean and they all white I whip cream

And cop boys and I joy stick

I whip cream and cop cribs

I got more space than big jeans y'all sleeping on me

Explain why they got s**t dreams

I'm alien got the laser gun with the big beam

Married to the money my b***h green

No I don't sip lean but

Ride around in rockets like yao ming

Y'all n***as weak

They thought I was goofy and all mouses

Double c my luggage and fill them with comme blouses

Y'all cop kush my n***a I cop houses

And fill 'em with some leo

Dicap's and some cole sprouses n***a

Where we rocky aap

Golf boy where we at n***a in pari'

F**k clothes I cop pieces

Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas

Got my vans on but they look like sneakers

Flipped a couple packs based

God in the speakers

Bass all in the speakers

In the field like baseball play

Ball face wall when polices come

I don't rock chanel I rock channel

And no this ain't a purse it's a satchel at you

Bless at you nah I ain't sneeze

But if n***as want steam or smoke bet I match you

Got a bullet with your name on the barrel

If hollows don't clip you get nip like it's cat food

That dude when I die they gotta make a statue

Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel

Go to any n***a with money up in my bracket

Then I think about the state of rapping

All the freshmens in the classes

All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'

Mumblin and rappin' mumble rapping

I find it hard to find actual talent

I find it hard to find an actual challenge

I'm like shabazz palace's last acid hit elaborate

Rap lab's labyrinth word to kodak's black's lazarus

Calldrops on the album skits

Ayo I'm the channel that

You watch I'm the ammo in the glock

Weird n***a full suit with

The sandals and the socks stop

And based on my neck boy

You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks

Who cast the first stone b***h it's me f**k you thought

Real grunge n***a I ain't got a flannel as the top

And I'm picking up guitar strum n***a

Bum n***as wish they could make a garden shed

But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead

I'm a wild n***a boy and you farmer bred born

You ain't animal you are corn hahah yeah