JUGGERNAUT

Tyler/The Creator/DJ Drama：

Hey Miss Parker

Wait wait wait wait

Somethin' like

Uh-oh

I just cut some fresh lemons where's the sugar

Lemon in my 'ade lemon in my ears call 'em boogers

Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you n***as

Hold up

Yeah

What it is

It's that n***a T skin look colored in

Woo

Ridin' in double-double R that's that Cullinan

Yeah

Pullin' in that four hundred gram I just bought a disc

Yeah

Switzerland Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in

True story

Golf le Fleur that's Gianno shoe what I'm runnin' in

Earlobe look like headlights on a new van

I'm so motherf**kin' dead-a*s I need some Timberlands

Woo

I battle any man Uzi Vert don't think they understand

Lil Uzi Vert/Tyler/The Creator：

Skrrt cool

Double C on my feet

Double G on my freak

Ooh

Louis V by my brick

She wan' kick it with me she better eat it then leave

Leave whoa

She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat

We can't see none of 'em bro she keep eatin' my seeds

Woo

Got a E and a B on the back of the CT

I'm done with the 12 got a V16

Uh

Say the money comin' in yeah that's true

The more money I get I don't wan' s*x you

Can't think about the last time that I text you

It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops

Sign my John Hancock on a b***h every time I check you

Just like a brand new Lamb' I wreck you uh

So if this mind is yours

Woo woo woo

Tyler/The Creator/Lil Uzi Vert：

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and imagine her in the exit

Last year more than what Google say my net is

I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit

Yeah uh uh uh whoa

Pharrell Williams：

It's the double P I rock double C

Man I run them beats like you run in cleats

Man come to me you want somethin' to see

This internally flawed that's a double Vs

What troubles me is you couple me

With these subtle fleas tryna double league

Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherf**kin' bumblebee

They just got the closest picture of the f**kin' sun surface that was us

Got the LaFerrari park that b***h just for one purpose catchin' dust

My Secret Service carry mops you call 'em street sweepers back you up

Tat' you up then add you up then give you a cover like adieu

If the s**t's fake I don't respect it it's clickbait

And that's distaste like a s**t shake

What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made

Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate

S**t-faced get this straight this is truck wheels that grip tape

Tyler/The Creator/DJ Drama：

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and imagine her in the exit

Last year more than what Google say my net is

I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit

Uh uh uh