Tyler, The Creator
Mars (Remix)
[Verse 1: Sir Rodrigues]
Yuh, yuh
Bullet holes, that n***a holy
Look down in my wallet green like Broly
Yeah, you n***as phony
I'm rock solid while you n***as acting like jabronis
You don't know me
I'm the type of n***a turn it up like cochise
I'm a natural at it, so I don't need a coach please
I know more than you so you cannot coach me
Hit a taunt on n***a i’m steady boasting
Raise a glass on a n***a i’m steady toasting
If a n***a got a problem then we roast him
My n***as on the east side beast coast shit and we stay coasting
She got my dick wetted up I need a coaster
If she look like Ember imma ghost her
Electrifying like a bath and a toaster
She need face reality don't worry imma show her
Imma show her
I push shit around imma chauffer
Bought my bitch a mink coat she gon show fur
Off the pain killers n***as we don't show hurt
We don't show hurt
Bitch kinda lucky, 4 leaf clover
Ya bitch kinda green just like an ogre
You not really who you seem it's overt
Damn it’s really over
[Verse 2: NAC EL SUAVE]
Uh, and I stroke her
She said “NAC I like that but can you go slower?”
Swerving that rover you know i’m not sober
Team full of green we pull up like some soldiers
Yuh, pocket full of weed yeah we connect
Me and Rod we the ones you don’t disrespect
Point blank range all the shots hit direct
Your bitch at my crib tryna make me erect
I laugh at frauds thinking they can rep a set
All that talk but they choke when they see the face of death
Cause once that bullet hits boy you can’t resurrect
That’s why I rather chill, improve my intellect
Like hold up i’m on some calm shit
Nonchalant talk shit
I like my bitches short, feisty mixed with toxic
She fuck with witchcraft yeah her eyes hypnotic
I kick it with my bros popping all narcotics
My attire full black looking like a gothic
It’s A-U pussy yeah i’m talking periodic
She could leave but you know I still got options
And no i’m not stopping and the xans i'm popping
[Outro: NAC EL SUAVE]
Uh, yeah it's NAC
Uh, Suave!