[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot

Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt

Find us, we playin' hide-and-seek with the passport

I like strange black girls with poofy hair on them

Stay low, the paparazzi herd on 'em (Yeah, woo)

Treat 'em like that all girl uniform, and skrrt on them

Shit is sweet, syrup on 'em

The French toast, but it's dinner time, we waive cars and dip boats (Yeah)

See he the Flower Boy, he got the roles in him (Roles in him)

He got garage too, and he got the Rolls engine (Rolls engine)

He kicked off at the GRAMMY's, he got some more in him (Some more in him)

See he ain't think he woulda made it, niggas was goaltending (Goaltending)

You niggas scared as a bitch, see that's the whole difference (Whole difference)

Everything I do head first, you dippin' toes in it (Yessir)

No socks, no shoes, I put my soul in it

What you niggas make is the shit that depends like old women

Bada-bada-bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin'

Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'

[Break: Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne]

(Hot wind)

Yeah, one take

First take

Uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me

Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef

And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat

Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me

From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering

I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet

The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me

Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now

Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns

I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out

And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow

And I'm in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh)

I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', as cold as the devil and demon and ghost

I'ma get even and even, get even some more, it's too late to even get low, baow

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T

The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)