Potato Salad lyrics

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'd 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 Cole Sprouses, nigga

Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris

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

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 catfood

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 freshmans 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 a actual challenge

I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate

Rap Lab's labyrinth

Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth

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 (haha, yeah)

K shiz, what up nigga!

I have nothing cool to do

• Artist:Tyler, The Creator