Earl Sweatshirt Ft. Vince Staples - Wool (Lyrics)

[Verse 1: Vince] Soon as I catch the vibe tell ‘em to fetch the hearse

Shorty I’m pressin’ lines if in a Lauren shirt

Tell her to bless the girth if she with it

I’m in that kitchen, wrist water whippin’

Sike nigga, I don’t do that

Niggas get blue blacked and blown away

Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like orale

Okay, I’m on to something momma should’ve told you it’d be days like this, it’s just a tale from the crip

I’m on my séance shit, I’m tryna’ make a million dollars

Keep it hood while crossing over on some AI shit

I need a foreign baby momma to match a nigga model whip,Ramona Park made me from scratch

A lot of lotto picks lost in this game called rap, I be the underdog

Bullet hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm

Ain’t nobody bigger than my hood my nigga fuck a boss

Baby momma killer, you offended and I fuck her raw

Stretchy doin’ federal time for bustin’ at the law

And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you played me for a pawn

Shorty I be swimmin’ with sharks, your posse full of prawns

Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways

Niggas better listen to what the pastor say

[Verse 2: Earl] It’s golf on that- bitch, It’s golf ball cap

I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain’t call back

And ya’ll still debating over Earl music

Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy

Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street

In the different color McGrady’s, that first grader was me

Now my fist full of splifs and an old baker receipts

Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry

I’m taking purses like they chances in the evening

Pick your pants up boy you dancing with a demon

On my momma I been limiting my features, filling swishers up with reefer

Bitch it’s difficult to beat him like a soft dick

Golf clique deep and we don’t hit the streets passive

That nigga Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches

Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag is

Switch to different fucking whip to let them piggies speed passed em

It’s the rats, try and get the cheese What it do? Rap like I’m mincing meat

Call me Lou, if I’m on a track niggas skip to me

Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel some type of way for me

50s in my pocket falling out like fucking baby teeth

Vince be with the rocket he gone pop it when it’s danger round

Finger tips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us

Give a fuck about the moves all these loser niggas making now