Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don’t give a fuck about these hoes
[Tyler]
Hold on, run that shit back!
(This is a dj Stank Daddy exclusive)
I want the black kids to like me for this one, man.
[Lee Spiel]
Trash wang
Golf wang
(Screaming throughout the whole song)
[Verse 1: Na’Kel]
Bitch I’m with the fucking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Don’t give a fuck ’bout shit but clips and
Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don’t give a fuck about these hoes,
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the c*** till I’m not flow
Frigid jordan trip, bitch I got it poppin’
Me and Jasper goin’ coffee shoppin’
Those that are boarding see a lotta posses
Bitches see a boy and their mouths are frothing
Chains glossin’
Bitch
[Hook:]
Trash Wang niggas,
Thrilla we da killa,
You can tell ‘em, “Golf Wang,
And buy the fucking stickers! ”
Of or Wolf Gang,
My niggas is my niggas
Don’t let the skateboards fool you,
Know niggas that pull triggers
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt!
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, that’s what’s up!
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt!
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas are swell,
Tighter than a straight nigga goin’ to jail,
Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks,
I can finally afford the bail,
My bitches are bad,
She’s pretty normal looking with a real nice ass,
Now hop off my dick, with it,
We, bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, nigga!
Speaking of the devil,
Y’all niggas cornier than kettle,
Y’all couldn’t smoke like a heroin in a black ops player & reach my level,
Ate some bugs and I made some carats,
Fuck y’all niggas’ bullshit, y’all cherish
I’m 21, I threw a party but…
Difference is, y’all didn’t have a ferris,
Wheel
[Verse 3: Jasper]
Bitches out dancing I’m back nigga
I face that
Just cop that motherfucker bimmer nigga
I race that
Keep talking that shit
I’Ll pull your card
Get chipped like that nigga from stomp the yard
Don’T fuck with jasper
He A retard
He and his mother fuckin grandma have your family scarred
[Verse 4: Tyler the Creator]
Might fuck around and be a goat named Felicia,
Sorry, got a little excited,
It’s prolly all the meth while it’s being provided,
Wolf Gang, up in this bitch,
Red Riding Hood is pissed,
Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and suck a-
[Hook:]
[Verse 5: Taco]
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
Niggas ain’t with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
Nigga we bout it bout it
Yo bitch try to suck my dick
[Verse 6: Lucas]
Nigga look at my chain
Versace flocka flame
Pull up in the tank
C*** back and aim
Spit my verse on the gold flame(?)
Shouting golf wang
Your bitch tattoo
It say my name
Versace santana
[?] bird game
Supreme team
Selling [?]
Selling all these ratchets,
Full bills
[L-Boy]
(What) Yeah,
Y’all niggas thought it was a game!
We shutting the motherfucking shit down now nigga!
It’s over for you bitch niggas!
I’m here with my nigga nasty Nak’, Mr. Vasace,
Wolf Haley in this motherfucker!
Jasper The Motherfucking Dolphin!
And my nigga, Mike G!
We taking this shit over!
It’s shut down for you bitch niggas!
I got the Tech!
I’m bustin’ at y’all bitches heads nigga!
Fuck all you niggas!
It’s gettin’ hot in here
[Tyler]
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill ‘Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
Niggas that of poppin Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw
Ofwgkta yeah you niggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
Ofm, banging on your motherfuckin’ fm
Nigga, fuck you thought this was nigga
Haha
Click Click (gunshot)
Salem: What the fuck was that! ?
Tyler, The Creator – Trashwang Lyrics