Tyler, The Creator
Mars

[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
[Hook: Sir, Rodrigues]
Yeah, what you want to do
I'm posted up with my clique and I feel like YouTube
Guns pointed at everyone, even you too
Get away from me, I already know what you do
What you do, what you do, what do you
Get away from me, I already know what you do
Yeah, what you want to do
I'm posted up with my clique and I feel like YouTube
Guns pointed at everyone, even you too
Get away from me, I already know what you do
What you do, what you do, what do you
Get away from me, I already know what you do