Tyler, The Creator
Too Hot To Handle
[Verse 1]
All these cold bitches with their stone hearts
Bringing in the who what and throwing darts
The Gossip, that hot shit, miss me with that bull
Horns poke holes, two holes, below the ho
Neither worth my damn time
Only just to bust a nut

[Verse 2]
Shit getting too hot to handle
Crush under sandals
Little bug shit
Just isn’t worth it
Half of the time the one hole is all I need
And at least the other ain’t spreading seed
Shit grows under my track rec–

[Outro]
Nah, nah, that ain’t goin‘ anywhere
Scrap that shit, take it off