Tyler the Creator, Frank Ocean
- She (ft. Frank Ocean)
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets On my waist, there's a black Glock New girl moved on the block She been plotting on my brown cock Last night I slept over hers During sex, I overheard A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na Rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow Blood on the sheets, probably spilling from my gash Looked out the glass, seen him sprinting on the grass A real ninja, with the blade and the mask Had them gold ninja stars, and red Supreme nunchucks.
