Uploaded June 2023 | Updated September 2026, 10 minutes ago
I do not own this. All of this belongs to Tyler, The Creator
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(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1Tx_5tVnHqDZMHUcMgD1QCwzOFHku7dC
(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)
Lyrics
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t (What?), now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, ni**as who push a ton
Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women, so show me your ti**ies, hun (What?)
You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
Okay, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break s**t, it should be fun
Venues are like p**sy with me, "Should he come?"
I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New 'Preme s**t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F**k critics ("How's your d**k?") S**t, how's your knees?
Y'all on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed (Word?)
S**t was doper than Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ayy
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like "Where's the hooded sleeve?"
Okay, never mind, we found him, yeah
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stop rapping and start asking where my f**king passion is
Probably where that f****t went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking s**t, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to "Cowboy", ayy!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ayy!
AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy
Y'all ni**as played as a tot's toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Canons with panorama views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas
Or cr**kers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I don't stress
But, ni**a, I (What?), mosh in gardens
Jazz punk s**t, playing chords
Making up s**t, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin'
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Ni**ers think I started kindergarten
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean & Both]
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
My cool summer never ends (Cool)
My b***h is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
You're talking to a f**king bike, loser
Hehe, oh f**k
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
I do not own this. All of this belongs to Tyler, The Creator
Like, Subscribe & Have a Nice Day!!!!!
(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1Tx_5tVnHqDZMHUcMgD1QCwzOFHku7dC
(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)
Lyrics
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t (What?), now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, ni**as who push a ton
Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women, so show me your ti**ies, hun (What?)
You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
Okay, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break s**t, it should be fun
Venues are like p**sy with me, "Should he come?"
I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New 'Preme s**t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F**k critics ("How's your d**k?") S**t, how's your knees?
Y'all on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed (Word?)
S**t was doper than Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ayy
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like "Where's the hooded sleeve?"
Okay, never mind, we found him, yeah
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stop rapping and start asking where my f**king passion is
Probably where that f****t went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking s**t, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to "Cowboy", ayy!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ayy!
AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy
Y'all ni**as played as a tot's toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Canons with panorama views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas
Or cr**kers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I don't stress
But, ni**a, I (What?), mosh in gardens
Jazz punk s**t, playing chords
Making up s**t, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin'
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Ni**ers think I started kindergarten
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean & Both]
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
My cool summer never ends (Cool)
My b***h is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
You're talking to a f**king bike, loser
Hehe, oh f**k
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
