Sandwitches lyrics

[Intro: Tyler]

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?

To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?

Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1: Tyler]

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck

Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough

And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)

Full of shit, like I ate that john

Come on kids, fuck 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 fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to

So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck 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 fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me

Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries

Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be

Fuck 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 mami, you could ride in hearses

I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, 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, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it

In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch

You told me God was the answer

When I ask him for shit, 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 fucking funny now

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking 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 fucking shit

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique

Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches

We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

[Outro]

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang