Dat Ass - Earl Sweatshirt

Juicebox, tank top, tube socks

Dude stop, forehead shiny like a new Glock

Two shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin' in

All-purpose verses with a passion for servin' kids

Empty out your purses on an immature crime spree

Eyin' up the nurses with some gloves that read «I squeeze»

Who the fuck said to speak, Mr. Me-Is-Siamese?

Even Christ said «Christ, he flows quite nicely»

Hypebeast’s highly likely to bite me

And try to high five me, but I just give them high threes

Cause y’all don’t get two, touch me, I’m the shit

Sue me, if you got an issue, grab a tissue

Mediocrity is odd to me

Ass as far as ya eyes can see.

Who the best?

They holla me

Nombre, Ho-lay shit, I don’t spit crack, I spit cocaine crisp

I ain’t fuckin' with it if it’s no payment

'Cause everyone knows paid dues don’t pay rent

I’m dope like the coke that I’m laced with

Dreams what I’m chasin', flow hot it’s chafin'

This is why I’m hot?

No, that is why I’m blazin'

Dilla jacked Nick, I am shinin' like the diamond that I’m draped in

But I don’t wear jewelery, it’s HUF over Louis V

Excuse the endurance miss, this critic thing is new to me