Jack And The Beanstalk Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

They don't paint pictures, they just trace me 

Odd Future, I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant 

Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive 

Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price 

No bargin', nigga that's a bargain 

Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin' dog 

On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoodle doodles 

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle 

And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles 

Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' bitches' salads 

And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan 

We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok 

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock 

To Soho, baby, Milo so dope 

The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane 

Niggas get the picture, I see, why? 

(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me) 

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My nigga, no hook 

No hook, fuck a hook 

Yo, beside me, nobody likes me 

Mainly because I am not a fuckin' HypeBeast 

I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our Nikes 

I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin' White T 

Doo-rags to match, and I do sag 

In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over 

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range 

And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange 

And I'm the only fuckin' rapper without a chain 

With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin' name 

And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!" 

Them ignorant thrashin' muthafuckers is my gang 

And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from 

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher 

White and black bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra 

Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter 

Photos 

My nigga, no hook 

No hook, fuck a hook 

(It's gold) The gold is in the back 

(It's gold) The pixels in the front 

(It's gold) The beat's a fuckin' bully 

(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man 

(Gold) The pink is in the sky 

(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind 

(It's gold) The mind is in my gold 

The beat is turnin' old, so go 

Synthesizer, I'm the muthafuckin' master 

Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys 

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song 

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic 

Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back 

I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin, this is a hype track 

HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit 

I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad like a fat bitch 

Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM 

Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast