Sandwitches Video (MV)

[Intro: Tyler]
Nigga had the f**king nerve to call me immature
f**k you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear f**king suits and make good decisions?
f**k that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the f**k invited Mr. I Don't Give a f**k
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you f**king up, and truthfully I had enough
And f**k rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b**ch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of sh*t, like I ate that John
Come on kids, f**k that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 41k's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged f**ks got to learn that we ain't taking no sh*t
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as sh*t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "f**k you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm f**king 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's f**king immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is f**king up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is f**king cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in b**ches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
f**k a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

[Hook]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them

[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb b**ch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, f**k church, they singing and the sh*t ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b**ch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for sh*t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't f**king funny now
I'll push this f**king pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f**king pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

[Tyler]
Free Earl, that's the f**king sh*t
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f**king clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
f**k 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas b**ches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f**king with, b**ch

[Outro]
And we don't f**king make horrorcore, you f**king idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box