435 by Tyler, The Creator Lyrics
[Intro]
Yuh, ayo
Ayo
[Verse]
I put the feline in my hair, looking like a cheetah pet
And you know they getting green if a flower on they neck
If a flower on they neck hit Clancy on the text
I ain't tryna check a bag, can we get another jet?
I ain't gassin' niggas up, but that fuel is 50 grand
Passionfruit in D.R., had me drippin' in the sand
New nigga from New York, I'ma give him sticky hands
Sticky fingers from the green, Jasper playing with them grams
They was playing at the Gramm's, one nom ain't enough
I'm a make sure that that shit ain't happening again, yuh
Golf boys, it's them golf boys
In that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boy
Getting to the paper better re-up on the chalkboard
'Cause the student turned into the teacher
Don't talk boy, class in session
1 through 5, I'm a 7
I'm a god, nigga, ask your reverend
And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven
Hot-coco outta chinas, nigga, pass the beverage, yuh
Comme Des on that hombre
Haters with the long face
New whip is Pirelli tired like a long day
Big dollars, the scent Prada
Skinny nigga also big poppa, women they adore me
If you see me out in public, no pictures, don't record me
I don't really fuck with y'all niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh
[Outro]
Bitch
One take
Yuh
Yuh, ayo
Ayo
[Verse]
I put the feline in my hair, looking like a cheetah pet
And you know they getting green if a flower on they neck
If a flower on they neck hit Clancy on the text
I ain't tryna check a bag, can we get another jet?
I ain't gassin' niggas up, but that fuel is 50 grand
Passionfruit in D.R., had me drippin' in the sand
New nigga from New York, I'ma give him sticky hands
Sticky fingers from the green, Jasper playing with them grams
They was playing at the Gramm's, one nom ain't enough
I'm a make sure that that shit ain't happening again, yuh
Golf boys, it's them golf boys
In that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boy
Getting to the paper better re-up on the chalkboard
'Cause the student turned into the teacher
Don't talk boy, class in session
1 through 5, I'm a 7
I'm a god, nigga, ask your reverend
And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven
Hot-coco outta chinas, nigga, pass the beverage, yuh
Comme Des on that hombre
Haters with the long face
New whip is Pirelli tired like a long day
Big dollars, the scent Prada
Skinny nigga also big poppa, women they adore me
If you see me out in public, no pictures, don't record me
I don't really fuck with y'all niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh
[Outro]
Bitch
One take
Yuh