The Fly who couldn't Fly straight

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah
Yo, Gunn, Ima, Ima just, Ima just **** around
(Ayo)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I got soul niggas, aint gon hide
Think you that big stepper, **** around, get your ankles tied
Im hot, boy, Im from the depths of Hell where you cant survive
A cold day feel like a good oven when bakin pies
Im in that bitch chillin like I sang about you were mine
You got it bad
You aint gotta call me or hit my line, just 'Brrr, hello?'
The doc said I need tranquilizer
New .40 got so much room
And still inside, man 'How you doin?' (Bitch)
Bunny hop off me when the money stop and check the ring
See the blue moon like some runnin cops
Check the doors, doors butterfly like when tummy drops
T with that Westside Gunn, you get ya momma pop
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
FLYGOD
All red, lindell specs
Lookin like seven Jessy Raphael in the stretch corset
Peace love, ayo, Im kosher with the AK (Grr)
My shooter in Louisia
Yé Dominique, goin twenty years vacay
I been on my own dick, **** whatever they say
I aint calm, legend master my perfection
And killin shit effortless
God-level flow, love the trench coat Vetements
For fiends supreme pyrexs for measurements, devilish
Bouncin round drum, fun, you had to spin
Exorcist, treacherous
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
If I was on that, niggasll get slimed out
Like, ayo, I got some contacts that take your eyes out
I dont play that boy on timeout, the Cartier crash
I blew the tires out then hopped out
Like Leapfrog David, Im out my mind now
Got too much paper, went overtime, and I aint sign out
Im that boy, if you need proof, press rewind now
Or go get a MAG, go get lost nigga
And find out Im out here