Tyler, The Creator — BRONCO

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] I might just add a verse for no reason, fuck it Ayo [Verse: Tyler, The Creator] I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers He threw me some game and I swear I won't fumble Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie Until he score millions, I won't leave the goalie Pass 'em the mittens, he never betrayed me The E30 sitting, the LT my daily The engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor When I move, it moves, the transmission like Luda Ketchup like packets, my new nigga pretty Your new bitch is tacky like Busta Rhymes jackets Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action We exhale you inhale and asthma attack Teeing off, niggas nauseous as fuck Fuck you thought? Bitch, it's GOLF [Chorus: Lil Baby] Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch, please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed" [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] This shit going crazy, I swear I go crazy I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby We running the thing *gibberish* I just ran out of words