Earl Sweatshirt — Untitled Atlanta & La Laiterie

[Intro] Get your lady cop Piff, inhale & cough Rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holdin' my dick & playin' cautious [Verse 1] I'ma show you how it's done right nigga Drop this when the sunlight gone Better run right home when the sky turn black Screaming fuck five-o til' my line go flat & That ash gray bimmer People will be calling at the pigeon coop Jack knife bitches to they couches in they living room Ask who the best & I doubt that they picking you Back like Caillou & the style, I invented you Act like you don't know the name Only time I ain't mute When the choke just stanky Listening to Pre getting dome while I lane switch Bitches by the three licking coke off the pavement Poster child you 'posed to hate me Bold & wild you broke & angry my nigga' Name gettin' bigger than the nigga' from [?] Niggas is fake I limit the features I give em' SWEAT (SWEAT!) SHIRT (SHIRT!) You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch And If they hatin' then they'll pass the titts Now they houndin' dick & You ain't ask for this Now you surrounded with a gaggle of a hundred fucking thousand kids Who you can't be mad when they want a pound or pic Cause they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick And They the reason that the paper in your trousers thick I said, SWEAT (SWEAT!) SHIRT (SHIRT!) You can tell the reaper I'ma meet him when he send for me With a cleaver and a thirty & Some twisted weed I'm thick blooded, let the crimson leak nigga' [Verse 2] You used to say you liked violins And your lifestyle depends on me And I know it's night time when you get lonely And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me And despite all of the facts that you got phony You gon' tell em' bout' the night that you exposed me For the bastard I was & how I probably smashed every bitch That I passed in the club in the last couple months Was it worse cause I smashed all the trust That I earned in the past couple months That we had as a couple My absence of fuss was a problem That we ain't never really get to solve We just smashed then we scuffled Try and keep it calm but I snap at you Now you taking all your property back And It's obvious that apart from the fact That we fuck and it’s bomb, man I hate when you home, Man, I hate when you home And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag Man I'm going through the shit & I bought you some shit What you offering here?