[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Earl Sweatshirt]
Bitch ass n***as don't know me, new sandwich with bologna
I ain't really y'all n***as friends, none of y'all motherfuckers is my homie (Yeah)
I bought a brand new treat (Yeah), y'all n***as don't know me (Yeah)
A-B-C, 1-2-3, AK-47 hit a n***a in his teeth (Yeah!)
He can talk a lot of shit but don't really wanna be handling the motherfucking business that he needs to (Oh)
I'ma hit a n***a in his fuckin' back when I see you (Ooh)
Fiji Water, Fiji Water, I'ma go and piss on my daughter
You don't believe me, I'm a mo—, hahaha

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Real n***a on the track, bitch (Ah)
Come through with the sandwich (Ah)
That's bread, lettuce (Huh?)
Cheese, mustard (Uh)
Bread, crumble

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, you know the Buick got the suicide (Woo, what's up?)
Roll up in that Buick, n***a, you gon' die (Uh)
You will never know who in fucking side (Yeah)
I come through, commit a fuckin' suicide (Wrong)
I got nine knives, nine lives, nine bags of chips
Nine bitches, we about to go on a field trip

[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Ooh (Ooh)
Ayy, you're so excited for that field trip, admit
We 'bout to go on a field trip!
How stoked are you for that field trip? (Grandmama in her back)
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Sandwich, bread (Yeah)
Lettuce, cheese (Yeah)
Tomato, mustard
Bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce (Swag)
Cheese, tomato (Swag)
Ketchup, mustard (Swag)
Who you trying to fuck with?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Not me, n***a, 'cause I got the heat, n***a
If you got a motherfuckin' problem, n***a, I will motherfuckin' lay the fuckin' shit down like lyrics on a beat, n***a
Get your ass beat, n***a
Talk shit to me? I don't like that
I'll put a fuckin' bundle of bananas in my fuckin' ass

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Real n***a, what's up? (What? That's funny)
(Domo just looked at me like—) Lettuce, cheese
Tomato, mustard
Bread, crumble
I look like J. Cole, I look like J. Cole (No, you don't)

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
My new, my new, my new bitch got a new line up
Rolex with the time up
Don't believe I'm the best, n***a?
Play back, rewind up (Ooh)
I give no fucks
Do I give fucks?
(Ayo, Clancy)
I give no fucks
[Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
These n***as got a problem on their hands
It might be me, it might be me
(Sing, oh, just wait, y'all) This where Kelly Price come in (Hmm, ayy, hmm)
Shoutout to Kelly Price
With that n***a, for real (Went out to the studio to do this part of the song back in the day)
If you wanna be the one for me
You're gonna have to show me your motherfucking back handlin' skills
Bro, that's on me, for realla
Real n***a in the spot, I might come through with a Glock and kill you
We gon' sing 'til the night over
What you looking at, boy?
Run it (Ready?)
(Shush, sandwich)

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me wavy the way that I'm cappin' ya
All black guns like I'm going to war with Africa
N***a got a problem, I'll be—
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Lettuce, cheese, mustard (Uh, hmm)
Tomato, lettuce (Hmm)
Bread (N***a), crumble (Tasty)
Sandwich, lettuce (Hmm)
Bread, cheese (Ah)
Mustard, crumble (Hmm)
We who you trying to fuck with
[Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator]
Pussy n***a think he trying to talk shit to me on Facebook and Twitter?
Call me Mark Maguire, I'ma hit her

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese (Ah)
Mustard, tomato (Where yo' sandwich at?, hmm)
Tomato (Tasty), bread (Scrumptious)
I like bread (Delectable)
Bitches know I'm the bomb (I like turkey, hmm)
I mustard (Lettuce, hmm)
You can call me dijon