Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Potato Salad, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Potato Salad |
| Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? |
| Listen |
| Shout out Harlem, man |
| Shout out A$AP Rocky, man |
| AWGE in the building, man |
| What's good? |
| Is that potato salad? |
| Yo, listen |
| Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself |
| So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt |
| And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games |
| But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller |
| You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose |
| Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa |
| So cut the crap like shit barbers |
| Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers |
| Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller |
| Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water |
| I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream |
| My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream |
| And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs |
| I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me |
| Explain why they got shit dreams |
| I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam |
| Married to the money, my bitch green |
| No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming |
| Y'all niggas weak |
| They thought I was goofy and all mouses |
| Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses |
| Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses |
| And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga |
| Where we? |
| Rocky, A$AP |
| GOLF, boy, where we at? |
| Nigga in Pari' |
| Fuck 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, BasedGod 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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? |
| Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? |
| Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top |
| And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga |
| Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed |
| But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead |
| I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born |
| You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah! |
| K shiz, what up nigga! |
| I have nothing cool to do |