Tyler, The Creator - OKRA

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  • Published on:  Thursday, March 29, 2018
  • a throwaway song, lyrics below:

    check my bankroll ayo 400k for vehicle
    paintjob look like ashy ankles on django
    interior look mango shotgun grape he look like mayo
    golden voice on payroll neck all gold like kayo corp
    we aim at dorks get out the way
    keep them bucks in banks like yayo
    swampy niggas out the bayou
    pockets flooded yall be dilute watered down
    im big mac im quarter pound you chicken nugget
    fuck it travel bag balenciaga 30,000 just for luggage
    financial advisor buggin flower boy is buzzin
    grammy nominated tell yo cousin aint no body fucking with him
    uno the shoe red with the blue look like a flag what the fuck it do
    golf be the set no more OF like ron artest bitch we aim for your neck
    give a fuck about you or your respect yeah that way
    fuck your accolades but i made the cut like i pack a blade
    you could call me brush ive been making waves
    since ashley banks cousin had a fade but thats 92 im 91
    watts riot in my blood nigga whats up and that pussy pink like the drink in my cup ha
    lemonade yeah its minute maid i been getting paid pockets gaining weight
    your bank statements on mary kate but thats up to you
    tell tim chalamet to come get at me
    skin glowing clear of acne diamonds see through so holographic
    red ones look like aidan mackey spent dinero like taxi driver
    hand made is that thing with tires but i rode my bike
    and vill tail behind me and he got the canon like he bagged mariah
    yeah we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
    and he do what i says like simon no violence and my guy mixed like jambalaya
    man fuck with the fam we in japan bitch you’re a bum see you dont understand
    yeah i cut off some friends t where you been? bitch im in bel air been looking for land
    need a spot in the hills not the beach need a pool
    just to cool it i do need the grass not the sand
    got enough rocks, see check my hand
    and i got crack watch how i talk
    and its still wolf gang bitch watch how i bark
    wallace still tripping on shit that i bought
    but i really do not care the cost cause okra

    dir: wolf haley
    dp: luis panch perez ( additional shots by wyatt)
    prod: happy place


  • LlamaWithAScarf
    LlamaWithAScarf  4 hours ago

    to be fair he did put a seizure warning

  • 8 Bit Degenerate
    8 Bit Degenerate  14 hours ago

    Chmimkem mugger

  • elder jerome
    elder jerome  yesterday


  • Wardell Johnson
    Wardell Johnson  yesterday

    This song goes hard for me

  • SixSidedDice Gaming

    love that it got the sound that guy made when he tried to do a front flip

  • Luis Bee
    Luis Bee  2 days ago


  • Luigi Iodice
    Luigi Iodice  2 days ago +1

    it s strong this song form ITALY😉

  • Arik Famnester
    Arik Famnester  2 days ago

    Who after a boy is a gun?

  • o͓̽ z͓̽ z͓̽ y͓̽

    Love how this dude bragged about Flower Boy being nominated for a Grammy.

  • malek shut up!
    malek shut up!  3 days ago +1

    arguably this is Tyler's best song

  • Devicraft
    Devicraft  4 days ago +2

    Category: Education
    I learned about chicken nuggets, thanks Tyler

  • Golly old Gee
    Golly old Gee  4 days ago +1

    Nothing like getting a seizure watching Tyler bike with his Ex

  • Simone Avallone
    Simone Avallone  4 days ago +1


    like this make the comment stay up

Man, now they go (ayo)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Did this shit in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
(Ayy, we got that fire shit, nigga)
Fuck these niggas man (run it)

[Verse 1]
Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango
Shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute
Watered down, I'm Big Mac
I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'
Grammy-nominated, tell yo' cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him

Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure

[Verse 2]
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the fuck it do?
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades
But I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me Brush, I've been makin' waves
Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade
But that's '92, I'm '91 (hey!)
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid
I been gettin' paid, pockets gainin' weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you

Man, now they go
(I ain't fuckin' with none of these niggas, man)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Yeah, give these niggas information nigga)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
(Now we never fuckin' stop)
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure (ayo)

[Verse 3]
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
Skin glowin', clear of acne
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey
Spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires
But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon
(No violence)
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Bitch you’re a bum, see you don't understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends, "T where you been?"
Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought
But I really do not care the cost 'cause okra

Man, now they go
I cut off some friends

  • Alex Knight
    Alex Knight  4 days ago

    By the way that workers robe is Kazimir Malevich reference. Damn, those russians are everywhere.

  • rate.
    rate.  5 days ago

    Девственные усики

  • Streya Ramirez
    Streya Ramirez  6 days ago +1

    tiene un estilo muy VIRGIL me gusta <3

  • Shrek Wazowski
    Shrek Wazowski  6 days ago

    2:09 oh my god that fucking flow

  • Andileobose Andileobose

    took the beat from my mom

  • braydenxwhelan
    braydenxwhelan  7 days ago +1

    He took that shit in one take, damn it took me 3 months to learn the song beginning to end smh wow