BLUE LIPS Album Lyrics by Schoolboy Q

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Funny Guy

Bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in

But it's-a me, Groovy-O

Bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in

'Til they all free the locs (bring the dope, bring the hoes)
Bring the money bags in
'Fore we all turn to ghosts, bring the money bags in
We got drugs, we got hoes, bring the money bags in (ol' bitch-ass nigga)

(Free the guys) I just gotta dub, bitch
(And you guys gon' put respect on my, what?)
I'ma fall in love this bitch
Y'all niggas suck (on god)
Hangin' out the roof, yeah
I love you but you suck (hoe-ass, nigga, check it out)
I'ma get my hoes, they all high (ooh)
You make me smile
Matter fact, kick him out the f*cking vehicle (feel so bad, oh my God)
Love you, and I try so hard
Nasty slut (oh my God)
(Bring the hoes) f*ck
You make me smile
Come down, come down, yeah
You love me (bring the hoes, bring the money bags in)
F*ck me (dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in)

Bring the hoes, the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, the money bags in (uh)
(You make me)
(Send the work, send the hoes) the money bags in
(Got a script for my hoes) bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
(Got some sex from your ho) bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in

Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Bring the dope, bring the hoes, bring the money bags in
Ayy, you make me smile

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Pop

Old, f*ckface punk rock bitch
Not enough, yeah
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, uh

I've been gettin' money back then
Making plays, top ten, uh
Look at me, the 'Rari backed in, mh
Yeah, I was patched in, uh
Hella million sold, no friends
Bitch, I was locked in (lock, lock)
Leveled up, nigga, popped in
Nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in
Nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in
Nigga, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, uh
Gang activities, nigga
Pop
Suu
(Uh) uh
(Ah) uh

Probably shouldn't walk, where I walk, nigga
Socked out, watch the way you talkin' when you talk, nigga (uh)
Yeah (got me f*cked up, look)
I'm snatching niggas wave caps off, gang tats off
F*ck yo' set, hat get soaked
Spill that yolk, Figg Side
F*ck that boy, we smoke that boy (yeah)
Chase 'em down, do that boy, we left that boy, ah
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, uh
What we talkin' 'bout, huh?
Gang shit, I invented that, huh?
I'm real as they, come on, hm, look
Just got the Wraith, damn, I scratched it up
I guess, the Bentley truck, I'm killin' they act, uh
Get one in yo' back, there's one in yo' hat, uh
We sellin' it max, nigga, keepin' it packed
To Russia and back, nigga
China to Europe, Europe to Africa, black
So run me my stats, uh, two million in that, nigga
Three million in that, four million in that, nigga (ayy)
Put fifty in that, nigga, a hunnid in this, I never could miss
Nigga, we jump out that bitch, yeah, check off the list
You rappin' and shh, nigga, we really do this
Pussy, you really's a bitch

Nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cock that
Bad bitch, can't speak
She can't help it
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cock that
Bad bitch, can't speak
She can't help it
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga (gang shit, suu)
Pop nigga, pop nigga
Pop nigga, pop nigga
Nigga, pop, nigga, pop
Nigga, pop

I'm poppin' my shit, I keep a spear
I'm fresh as a mint, I'm hard as cement
You can't leave a dent, demolish him, finish him
We gon' belittle him, don't f*ck with little men (ew)
I'm not the middle man, bitches was watchin'
You gotta be kidding me, riddle me this
How many times I gotta tell y'all motherf*ckas?
Stop stealing this sh-

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THank god 4 me

What's going on?
Ay, ay
What's going on? Ay
Ay, what's going on
Ay, ay (uh-huh)

I swear to God my whole thang been wicked
Tried to keep the peace but all I piece around is bitches (uh-huh)
I see the topic now 'bout everything you snitching
If it's allegations, you snitching then I promise, nigga, you (suu, suu)
(Uh-huh)

Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me
Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' and the Tesla cheap
Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me
All my niggas gon', shh, for me

Nigga, go to Hell, you went fed' (ayy)
The white bitch do what I said (ayy)
You rap niggas stay on your period (suu)
The truth been coming out furious (ayy)
My neck piece looking like Paris
The Maybach, me and her married
I look down, nigga, that's scary (ayy)
The rat tails need to get buried
You hanging on to it, now barely
Move on, nigga, that's clarity
Come home, nigga, that's scandalous
Caught red-handed on candid
Bitch-ass nigga, you fancy
IG looking like Bambi
Real life, nigga, no Grammys
Big watch, nigga, it's glossy
Quick flex, gotta get off me
Get back, nigga, you awful
Shoe shine, nigga, keep dancing
Catalog really extensive
Big fees, one of my features (ayy)
No cheese, one of my secrets
Blue lips, really I'm speechless
What's going on? (Huh)
Shit gettin' tricky out here
my nigga, what's going on? (Suu)

He tellin', he tellin', he tellin', he tellin', who tellin?
what goin' on? ('86)
Man, it was supposed to be a secret but

On God, you niggas lame
On God, you niggas shady
On God, you niggas AIDS
I'ma f*ck who I want, on God
With a ho right now, on God (on God)
I'ma f*ck her in the face, on God
The American dream, hoorah
These police ass niggas going live
He live? We slide (oh my)
we slide (ayy)
F*ck her in the face, hoorah
I done ran from the porch, just vibes (vibes)
Hell, a real ass nigga won't die (die)
Shit, a legend like me can't die (die)
I'm alive, who lie?
I've been popping this shit since nine
Few times, more times
If I go out right now, I'm fine
If I die right now, I'm fine
Where the mirror at, ho? I'm fine
Got a bucket at home, still mine
Got the same lil' 'Rari that climbs
I shine, big time
Boy, you gotta catch up, you blind
Got a girl, dark skin, she fine
Okay, rewind (that's mine)
Got a new lil' thang that grind
Got a best friend with her, that's mine
Uh-huh, keep trying
If you couldn't do the work, why sign?
Want the money or you wanna inspire?
'Cause the same old crowd getting tired
You liar, you fired (suu)
The bullshit we on, the chain on neon
The frostbite on my wrist you cling on
The dead weight on my back just get on
I tongue kiss syrup in the white hold the Leon
I put gold seats in the house just to pee on
I used to be on Percs, Xanax, it was kudos
The money got too big, cash on sumo (uh-huh)

Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me
Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' and the Tesla cheap
Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me
All my niggas gon', shh, for me (ayy)

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Blueslides

Lover of mine
Don't you dare walk away now
Don't leave me quite so high and dry
I hope you don't leave it all inside
Yo, uh

Blue slides, I've been slidin' through your whole shit, yeah
Presidential Rollies, I took big risks, uh
We split the profit with the people, we be all lit
Top ten, not ten, bitch, we all in

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh

Better climb out of that hole before you f*ck up your blessings
'Fore you realize that it's over with and start to get desperate
Keep your mind, body on pressure, give your time when it's needed
Know a man gon' be a man, if he don't work, he ain't eatin'
How you made it up out of Figg'? It's like he musta knew magic
Lost a homeboy to the drugs, man, I ain't tryna go backwards
When I realize that it's-, her and think, "Was it worth it?"
Man, I gotta shake this shit, wake up and move with a purpose
Been in prison in my own house, I don't know if they noticed
I done broke down so many times, next time, it gon' catch me
I done helped out so many people, they took me for granted
I done lost out on so much shit tryna live to your standards
I done made problems my problems, now I barely can breathe
The lil' boy father 'bout nothin', so I roll up my sleeve
I was always good at errythang, especially my dreams
But lately, I ain't really been myself, ain't strong as I seemed
I been hustlin', day in, day out, belong to the streets
But sometimes you gotta be a deadbeat when the kids gotta eat
But, schyeah, chee-chee, nigga

Sweeter than the ocean
Ooh-ooh, ah
On God, it's like, uh

Blue slides, I've been slidin' through your whole shit
Presidential Rollies, I took big risks
We split the profit with the people, we be all lit
Top ten, not ten, bitch, we all in

Blue slides, I've been slidin' through your whole shit
Yeah, yeah

Kickin' all that gangster shit and checked in
Heavy in these streets, to me, it weighed thin
Got me a little money, now we best friends
If Kamala freed the homies we'd be all lit
Really tried to strike me out, the reason why I don't miss
You hate me then but love me now, say your peace, I'll hold it down
It's shady on these Holy grounds
The Devil on the TV, gotta act like it ain't creepy
You niggas see what I see?
You niggas really cancel your, nigga, I ain't with it, nah (nah)
We was screamin', "Mental health," and now we wanna kill 'em all
Lord, please forgive me for the day I finally fall apart
Come to you with open arms, heard you're good at healin' hearts
Some things you can explain, dealin' with that early pain
Nigga, they don't want you up, our own people vulture us
I don't see what I respect, your whole shit is all regrets
Better day, I started fresh, blue slides, I'm on they neck
Uh, huh

Blue slides, I've been slidin' through they whole shit (ayy, ayy)
Presidential Rollies, I took big risks (ayy)
We split the profit with the people, we be all lit
Top ten, not ten, bitch, we all in

Come on
Huh, yeah, yeah (yeah, it's), oh, shit, nigga, oh
Blue slides, I've been slidin' through your whole shit
Call Top unless you heard from God

Sweeter than the ocean
Ooh-ooh, ah

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Yeern 101

Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?
I'm a drop-top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn
Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned
I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn
Got a brand new house, tryna avoid my hurt
'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church
Heard the hood got whacked and the set went turnt
Got a four-eight-eight in the glide like Curt
I've been livin' off golf for the last few deals
When the Nike check came and I still got chills
Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro
Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat
Call me Ice Cube baby, way they sit on my chain
Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name
On them twenty-three tour and I'm goin' no brain
Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my thumb got stained
I'm a nigga out here, everything come free
I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me
Put the money in the set, a nigga die in them streets
Threw the boy alley hoopin', now he ridin' on fleek (ooh)
Got a porch lightskin and the ceilin' got peeled
I was twenty-plus young when this shit got real
Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field
Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film
I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time
Girl, what you put in your mind? I ain't diggin' your sign
Truth, but that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine
Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin'
Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' twenty on a nine
Nigga, how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin'
Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird
F*ck it, I'ma get it off first, from the way you ain't surf
You bitch niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed
Boy done made it all worse, woke up, lookin' like "Word?"
One-fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth
Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach
I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots
454, I'ma keep it on stock
Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks
Figg side nigga, tell me what I ain't got
Get it right now where I got it back then
Number one stunna with the love of my-
Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly
With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so- (blue, ooh)

Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh (shoo)

When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad
I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed
Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out sad
Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rag
Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag
Got a gray double R and it need both lanes
Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang-gang
But he all on my dick, and I find that strange
Keep playin' with the fire, but his ass get burned
Bet your boy got split when the light got turned
Got his head all cracked when the boy won't learn
Big racked up shawty when the block gets served
Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work
Got the butterfly doors and they fly like bird
Bet I love my bitch, but I ain't them nerds
Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?

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Love Birds

Yeah, yeah
And, girl, I know that
I mistreated you (bitch)
Suu (suu)
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suu, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Huh, huh

Need at least 'bout three hundred, that's what got me here (yeah)
Then I'm fresh in, fresh out just like my magic year
Better rinse out your mouth and get your homie pierced (suu)
Got a house full of whores, ain't no niggas here (yeah)
Got a NASCAR, get floored, I'm an engineer
Got a spaceship, go orb, ain't no limit near
Heard that new shit was bored, nigga, disappear
Think I need a time-out
Think it's titty time now
And I'm pretty wised out
In my city right now, hmm
Let me find out
Yeah, let me find out (ooh)
I'ma get a whole new scene
Get you a whole new team (yeah)
Get you a whole new ring (yeah)
Get you a whole new thing (okay)
I'm really as great as I seem
I'm good with the hook, Hakeem
I'm good with the book, Raheem
I'm a grown-ass man, no gene
Got a brand new bitch, new thing
Got a neck full of perc, no lean
Got a back full of hurt, I dream
Tell the judge, "Don't do it, just free him)
(Free the locs, cuz, on my)

(Wrong, wrong, wrong)
And, girl, I know that
I mistreated you

Life gettin' harder than my dick inside your bitch (go, suu)
Said, "F*ck the radio," we tryna sound like this (go)
NBA money, we don't need your Air Jordans
Watched up, it's static, we just waitin' for the end
Jesus, forgive 'em for they motherf*ckin' sins
I'm just tryin' to stay up in the background, lock the lips
Hoes in the lobby, they just want to better live
I bust, that bitch she gonna swallow all the kids
Bitch suck my dick so pretty
And she got them cheeks like lizzie
And the life I live too risky
But just tap in my city
In the bathroom, need that quickie
But it's only if you miss me
But if not it ain't no biggie
Gotta show me that you with me

I show myself the world again
I show myself the world again
Show myself to God again
I show myself the world again
Showed myself the world again

And girl, I know that
I mistreated you wrong (wrong, wrong, wrong)
Ayy, I was wrong, makin' up to you
Left alone, give me time to prove
Lingered in my mind all day
Lovin' you all kind of-

Girl, I know that
I mistreated you wrong (wrong, wrong, wrong)
You know, girl, I'll get you back
As I'll put in a song (song, song)
(Yeah, yeah, one-two, two, mic, blue, yeah)

Temptation, girl, got the best of me
Part of me, you my destiny
Foreign girls all nice to me
Y'all were bad but, I admit
I was wrong, what more to say?
Feelin' bad all goddamn day
Pick it up, baby, pick the phone
Comin' home, call me

Girl, I know that
I mistreated you wrong
Know, I know that (yeah)
Did you wrong
Hey, I know that (know that)
Did you wrong
Hey, girl, I swear I know that, yeah (yeah)
Hey, girl, I swear I know that
Know that-

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Movie

Uh-uh (yeah)
Yeah
Now today I find out that
You fools are paid two-seventy-five a line (oh my God)
(You f*cking crackhead, uh, I hate you)
Yeah (You try so low)
I got hoes, I got bricks
I got girls, I got licks
I got get-back on a bitch
But that's if one thing you don't forget
Bitch, I got-
(They never come around, ask Miss America)

Look, bitch, put me in a film
You know these niggas all cap like brims (all cap)
All this water, I can show you how to swim
Let his bitch touch on my third limb
Yeah, nah, fam, you ain't folk, you ain't kin
You ain't the nigga I'ma look to, to win
Bitch, I was buckin' and I was down gettin' it in
But now I'm up and outta town on your friends
But now I'm up and outta bounds in a Benz
With a five-star bitch, a real ten (a five-star bitch)
We gon' plot, we gon' slide on his mans
Rub the wrong way, we gon' chop off your hands, bitch
Let me put you in a movie
Uh, niggas gettin' smoked like a loosie
Fox 5, Channel 9, make the newsie
Ain't my bad that she chose to be choosey
Look, I got bitches, I got opps
I got setups, I got drops
I got full pack seals and a pop
I got two steps ahead, I think not
I got diamonds, I got thugs
I got a thick bitch dancin' in the club
Get the wrong idea, blow his bubb'
Movie clips with his bitch in a tub

Put me in a movie
I was a badass kid like Boosie (badass kid like Boosie)
Put me in a coupety
Bitch, you know I came up from hoopties
And I got hoes, I got bricks
I got guns, I got licks
I got get-back on a bitch
'Cause if it's one thing you don't forget
Bitch, I got hoes

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Cooties

Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah, baby (nasty)

Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for years (suu), livin' in fear
I know the feelin' of bein' trapped from all the things that you build
Pages I filled, eternal, my skills (yeah)
From start to fin' I can, better my wheels
Like, literally, my daughters is chill
Like, I can't believe my house on the hill (suu)
Like, I can't believe that mountain is real (su-su-su)
Accountant's thrilled
The scars on the back of me healed
Why God blessed me? I never deserved it (nah)
Followed my purpose
They pulled the blinds down, I opened the curtains
Shine on me, perfect
Lottery purchase
Nigga, I can vacay here
My big-ass kitchen, a runway here
My kids playin' soccer, ain't shittin' away
Ready, set, go, ain't losin' a race (nope)
My house smell like ganja
F*ck yo' kids, I'm dealin' with problems
Finishin' albums, freakin' and stylin'
Teachin' and smilin'
Learnin' and counting'
Bleed, uh

Mass shootings, when will they stop it?
Hmm, 'nother kid gone for unlimited profits
Rather keep my kid home, before you f*ck up the process
I'd rather die and lose it all before they don't get the knowledge
I'd rather die and lose it all before I turn to my partners
It's easy like Compton
Unlimited options, schemin' and plottin'
I really do magic
Boy, you only get your gifts through your habits
That nigga's a hazard, look at him crashin'
Ball like a Maverick
Now why would you hate me?
Bitch-ass nigga, ho-ass nigga (suu)
Trick asshole, oh
Jealous ass, envy ol'
Broke, man, f*ck-ass nigga
I'm fully embedded, still building up leverage
I'm known in Wisconsin and really from Hoover
My faith do it better
The best of my era
That's me in the mirrors (mirrors)
Uh, yeah (that's me, boy)

On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day (shake, shake, shake)
Everything I wanted right in place
Ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
(Su-suu)
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
(Ah, shake, shake)
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Chum niggas gettin' served by the day (that's on my mama)
Yeah, nigga gettin' lerved ly le lay
Ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

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oHio

Yeah, shady
Ooh
Shady (shady)

I'ma stack my Os like Ohio
Lookin' at your life, that's a long, "No"
Lookin' at my life, think he Pablo
Y'all poor
Y'all
Shady
Shady (shady)
Yeah, bitch, come on
I done worked hard all night, shit
Put that one thing on, throw that one dress on for me (me)
All these f*ckin' ideas, dreams

Gotta catch up to my levels
Try to stay black, young fella
Almost died twice, but let's get it
Got a AmEx with no limits
Gettin' head in Paris, that's different
I done hit the world with my Crippin' (ayy)
I done leveled up my livin' (yeah)
I ain't dancin' 'round in no skillet
Oh, you prostitutin'? Need pimpin' (uh)
We gon' find the truth through your children

Suu (ooh)
Ah, suu
Bang
Jump out then (jump out)
Jump out then (yeah)
Su
Yeah, yeah, yeah (su)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (su, suu)

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (go, hey)
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (suu)

Got me a Rollie, my wrist in the snow
Down at the bottom, my President gold
Dance in the pussy and cum in her throat
Step in the clear when I open the door
Come get a halo or get on the floor
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
Been through your hood, I done seen it before
'Member me? I done came through in a Ghost (sheesh)
Married the thing, I considered a no
Nosy as hell and she irritable
Throw ten on that thing, I be doin' the most
Ski in the desert or ski in the snow
Ski in the desert or ski in the score
F*ck do you mean? That's a hook right here
F*ck do you mean? I could skate right here
F*ck do you mean? I could play right here
Be with the pussies or be with the Locs
Somethin' is funny, you must be the joke
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
Time to get money, let's get it and go
Nigga, your bitch got a negative ass
Nigga, you lame, better stay in the past
Shut up before I'ma do it again
You young niggas got kick in the shins
Howl at the moon while watchin' it bloom
Bitch-ass nigga, don't spark the fuse (boy)
Bitch-ass nigga done came to lose (boy)
Rich-ass nigga, might change the move (boy)
Found out, now you breakin' news (boy)
Damn near fifty, got shit to prove (boy)
Old-ass nigga done turned a fool (boy)
Hell, nah, boy, don't f*ck with you (boy)
How you gangsta and gullible? (Boy)
Bitch, you a ho, you eligible

Yeah, nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Look
That's fire, that's gang, cuz
That's gang, that's gang
That's gang, that's gang, yo
That's gang, that's gang
That's gang, that's gang, cuz

Uh, how much more I gotta prove? How much more I gotta lose?
I was just a kid starin' at the ceilin', now stars on the roof
Now saltwater slide pools, these are seas not bools
Since a kid, made moves, who the big homie now? Wow, style
Through the nose, I'm the clown, ain't no hoes in the crowd
Not a real one around, who gon' help when you drown?
Know he lost, but he brave, boy done lost what he gave
Kinda off and it's strange, how you deal with the fame
Stayed away from the lames, thank God for the day
I'm back in love and it's great, still a whole lot of s-
Time to shut shit down, turn me up then, bitch
Run it up then, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Hella hoes like Prince (yeah, yeah)
Now the gang got rich (yeah, yeah)
Time to shut shit down
down (ooh, ooh, wow)

Yeah, turn me up then, bitch, run it up then, bitch
Hella hoes like Rick, James
Niggas comin' for the crown, crown, crown
Time to shut shit down (down, down)
Time to shut shit down, Chevy thrown him to the ground
Everybody wanna try to kill the Rabbit now you like a nigga now
Dustball niggas bite a nigga's style (style)
So, I gotta keep switchin' up, ten plus, runnin' millions up
I done locked like fifty-seven bitches up, nigga, f*ck it, f*ck it
A hunnid million tears in a bucket
Set of sisters, got 'em suckin', f*ckin'
Minnesota twins, nigga, Kirby Puckett
Bumpin' H-Town, part-time lover
Ho'll knock-knock boots in a droptop coupe
Hoes f*ckin' for the clout not the loot (yeah)
Smack a nigga in his mouth for the loot
If I ever catch see that pussy-nigga Akademiks
I'ma catch another lawsuit, huh

hundred million tears in a bucket (yeah)
Send a hit or take it out the budget
You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, f*ck it (f*ck it)
A hundred million tears in a bucket
Send a hit or take it out the budget
You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, f*ck it

Yeah, Big Rabbit
Kane

---

Foux l

Look at them flames lightin' up the sky
Ain't never seen fire shootin' up so high
Look at them flames lightin' up the sky (Look at them flames lighting up the sky)
Ain't never seen fire shootin' up so high
I ain't never seen fire shooting up so high
Are you listening people to what I'm sayin'?
'Cause it sure looks to me like them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'

[ScHoolboy Q]
(Uh, let's get it)
Got a house full of cars and it be like that (Yeah)
House full of pain and it be like that
Fell out of love and it be likе that
Mouth full of drugs and it be like that (Yeah)
I donе ran out of faith and it be like that
Hid many times and it be like that
Bled for the gang and it be like that
I died so many ways and it be like that
It's like-

[ScHoolboy Q]
Wait, grew around beef so long, it's like cake
Soon I bring God around, we part ways
I done lost friends, came up the same day
I done caught ends with shit that won't change
I ain't buy dope enough to push skis
Tryna stay self-aware within me
Ran through the streets so much my name clean
The only crip gave the crips a new scene
I done checked off the list of my dreams
Cats don't deserve the shit that I bring
Cats don't earn the shit that I burn
Lil' nigga standin' tall and be firm
I can see that us done with them, I deserve
Keep tryna align with shit that don't work
Joy came in the day that I birthed
Jay showed her daddy need some new work (Uh yeah)
Fried chicken wings, my new shit was clean
Golf in Bel Air, I'm so beyond my means
Eight figures up, your hood get too stuck
Nothin' here standard, everything deluxe
I done had it all and still ain't had enough
I'ma get mine, you get all me
Mouth full of drugs, a d-dope fiend

[ScHoolboy Q]
Got a house full of cars and it be like that (Be like that)
House full of pain and it be like that (Be like that)
Fell out of love and it be like that (Be like that)
Mouth full of drugs and it be like that (Be like that)
I done ran out of faith and it be like that (Be like that)
Hid many times and it be like that (Be like that)
Bled for the gang and it be like that (Be like that)
I died so many ways and it be like that
It's like-

[ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana- uh, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties

[ScHoolboy Q]
Gave up so much time that I could do without
Laugh at that brand new bitch, she had the motormouth
Skeletons in my closet, had to kick 'em out
Sellings wars in my head, there's more to go around
(Shit)

[Ab-Soul]
Repent for my sins, then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
Wash, rinse, repeat, cycle won't end
Just spin, I'm bent, she bent, and bend over
I hit, I dip, I need to slow it down
Uppers got me on T-E-N, I spent a million to be zen
Bought a Jesus piece with diamonds in it
Still curse words in my hymns, let's begin
(Soulo hoe)
Righteous malfeasance (Soulo hoe)
Fightin' my demons (Soulo hoe)
Might spend my evenings alone and that's not that I got-
So many ways and it be like that
Shit went left field, I be right back
Shot for the moon, now I need my gat
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
And my year been Heaven above
But 'nuff is just never enough
I'm stuck when I should be levelin' up
My main bitch done fell out of love

[ScHoolboy Q]
No, it's not shine, they can not see
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties

[ScHoolboy Q]
Pussy hoe, nigga uh, pussy hoe, nigga uh
Pussy hoe, bitch, ayy get off my dick, ayy
I need hundred percent if I'm gonna do with the shit
I got too much to risk, took a new hit of the list
Can't be dead in the mix
The game gon' fill up the fridge
The cap done came off the lid
The boy done burnt up the bridge
The last crew fell off was his
A black man barely can stand
A black man still in demand
Finally gon' die with your friends

[ScHoolboy Q]
Got a house full of cars and it be like that (Be like that)
House full of pain and it be like that (Be like that)
Fell out of love and it be like that (Be like that)
Mouth full of drugs and it be like that
I done ran out of faith and it be like that (Be like that)
Hid many times and it be like that (Be like that)
Bled for the gang and it be like that (Be like that)
I died so many ways and it be like that
It's like-

[ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, pussy hoe
Niggas

---

First

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na

I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was the first one lovin' that shit
I don't f*ck that shit, I f*ck that bitch
I'll f*ck that bitch, f*ck that bitch
I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She been stallin' the G Wagon
She tryna hop on a bandwagon
(?) stop playin'
After I hit it, I'm- (suu)

I covered all love, bitch you probably get touched
Smellin' like stuff, a whole lot of shoppin'
That thing that she be on it- (huh)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist
Hoe, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She stay on my dick, 'cause she know that I'm rich
Best thing in life was me goin' legit
And realizin' half of you never exist
Poppin' that thing like she be on the dick
Runnin' 'em up like she be on the dick
She come every time, I'm as good as it get
I love her to death and I want me a kiss
I was the first one givin' out game
O X to Y threw fear to my name
I was the first one movin' that script
How to get lick, how to get blicks (su)
How to get fix, how to get mix (su, su)
Oh nah, Wap, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I sayin'?
Quarter million, half a million, really insane
F*ckin' up guts, wifin' up sluts
This my time of the year lil' bro
I don't hang around with them niggas, they suck
I ain't mean to hold you, but baby, that's weak
You ain't made love with a nigga like me
Real dope nigga, I ain't ever gon' bleed
Run it up, run it up, really my speed
How to get lit, how to get rich
How to get fix, how to get mix
How you get shine? How you get bricks?
Why you keep lyin'? How you convinced? Huh
Got the bottom teeth, then I got a Benz
Got the bottom bitch, that's another win
I deserve it all, yeah, I did it big
Lookin' at a father that was never his
Lil' stupid ass with his stupid ears
Black nigga paid, ain't doin' rent
Whole lotta kid, still gotta give
I be throwin' dick all on the bih' (ahh)

I was the- I was the- I was the
I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was the first one lovin' that shit
I don't f*ck that shit, I f*ck that bitch
I'll f*ck that bitch, f*ck that bitch
I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She been stallin' the G Wagon
She tryna hop on a bandwagon
(?) Stop playin'
After I hit, I'm not gon' move
After I hit, leave her leg shakin'
Make sure for her we not datin'
I feel like Kanye, it's so amazing
The first, the first, the first, the first

Uh
I made a plan, became top ten
Sportscenter ways, but I'm paid like them
Lips on her ram, but it blew like wind
Blessed by the guys, I was made of sin
Which girl should I pick, and they best friends
(?) Can't afford my lens
We both had the spot, but it's not like-
Suck for some time, it's no wonder he froze
Did what they could, then did it again
Picture me groovin', found hate through their skin
Straight to the point, it was never no- ptt
Saw through their eyes and they figured I'm done
Three-hundred K and I did it for fun
Golf for a week, and express with the time
Like how to be great, money bigger than Pun
Been ballin' for years
Half of my purchases is full of my tears
(?) Was down on his bag
Figure the cycle that's done with their ass
Family to feed, only speak when I bleed
Lost so much time I can never recoupe
A man or a fluke, just know where you stand
Lost all the fear, only do what I can
The father, a leader, my jungle and skill
Trust me, I heard you that period fail
Love how I love, 'cause that theory is real
Thought you was solid, but really a snail
Vision like water, no wonder he sail
Stuck in my head like a prisoner cell
I'm full of myself, mirror in front just to even the scale

The first, the first, the first, the first
I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was the first one lovin' that shit
I don't f*ck that shit, I f*ck that bitch
I'll f*ck that bitch, f*ck that bitch
I was the first one f*ckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She been stallin' the G Wagon
She tryna hop on a bandwagon
(?) Stop playin'
After I hit, I'm not gon' move
After I hit, leave her leg shakin'
Make sure for her we not datin'
I feel like Kanye, it's so amazing
The first, the first, the first, the first

Yeah
Wop
First, first, first, first
First, first, first, first

---

Nunu

La, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la (yeah, talkin' 'bout some)

Dropped out of school, balled all year
Keep sayin' shit I'm never gonna hear
Especially when the big homie out stuntin'
One plus one, you'll never have none
I done felt loss and got it all back
Blood, sweat, and tears, it came with all that
Deep thoughts, had to say it ain't so
Knew it from the jump that I'm good, bro

La, la-la
Ba-ba-ba, new (la-la)
Yeah, that new shit (la-la)
On God
Yeah, that new shit (la-la)
That new shit, that (la-la)
Ba-ba-ba, new (la-la)
Yeah, that new shit, that new, ayy
Ba-ba-ba

Dope boy pullin' up in that new shit
Look at me, now, look at her, she exclusive
Gotta touch in now and now I'm focused
Look at me, now, look at her, look at me
Blowin' money fast, cash money hoes
Ran, do the dash, keys at the door
Cash on the ground, ass to the floor
You never did believe in the hits
You never did believe I was it
You never did believe it was lit
It can't be make-believe, I exist (no)
You never did believe in the risks
You niggas make-believe and clownin', huh?
You niggas need your pussy tightened up
Out here I been going, run it up
Now I can feel this weight on me
I took a chance and really won
I turnt the table, grabbed the gun
I had the label goin' dumb
That's my new shit, uh, yeah
Exclusive
Hey

(Look at me, now, look at her, new)

(Look at me, now, look at her, new)
(Look at me, now, look at her, new)

New shit, new shit
New shit, new shit

---

Back n Love

Yeah
Wop
It's the guy (oh my God)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (uh-huh)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Suu

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit

This a love triangle like where Bermuda is (let's go)
On a mission, be the voice of twenty thousand kids (ayy)
D-generation X (uh), triple H and shit (ayy-ayy)
On a mission, spend some dubs at the dealership (dubs)
If you disregard my angels, we can't let you win
Bitch, it's been murder squad, can't pay for membership (ayy)
Teach you how to stack some chips, teach you how to go all in
Money gotta make, bad bitch, you know I gotta take
All for the Wraith, I save
I was on the way, now the Wraith, okay
Money on my mind, got the pockets in shape
Okay, I'm in shape, money, we get paid
I'm the big mane, dawg, get shit stained

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
(Talk your shit, lil' nigga, and we gon' get you banged up)

I'm a God to the bitch, little kid (kid)
I'm a God to the bitch, little bitch, heh)
Yeah, rich
Around nine, I was tryna have sex (I did)
Thirteen and I caught a new flex (mhm-mhm)
Ask Wop and you probably get blessed
Yes, yes (uh-huh)
Got a iceberg floodin' my neck (give it to me)
Got the old bitch really upset
Got a new thing, what'd you expect?
Yes, yes
All your dead homies, nigga, who next? (Okay)
Where six 'bout to carry your flesh? (Your flesh)
How you little ass niggas get stretched (ayy)
Yes, ahh (uh-huh)
When you fell down, wasn't concerned (concerned)
I was up top, wasn't my turn, mhm
Heard trouble, make many, y'all birds (wow)
Hmm, word, damn, Wop got a bitch like yeern (yeern)
Grown man, I ain't rockin' no purse (purse)
On Crip, boy, you niggas need church (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
(Nerd ass, y'all niggas some nerds) hurt
Big time, I was poppin' at birth (ayy)
Like Future, I was pushin' that work (push)
Wore house shoes all on your turf (your turf)
Ha, earned
You a bitch and your mama came first
Know your dad somewhere and he cursed
Burn in Hell, little nigga, you worse
Uh, yeah (yeah)
Why these cats starts glazin' the rats? (Ayy)
First car my daughter drove was a 'Bach
I was headed to the bread, where we at, where we at?
Hmm, fast (ayy), got a new car, got a new stash (mh)
I was tryna go North and you mad
Black Santa, boy really got bags (yeah)
Mad (suu), yeah
Top down boy, look at my past
Got a gold grill, platinum my plaques (plaques)
On the frontline, had to move sacks
Y'all little rap niggas just rap (rap)
I'll be 'round the world, puttin' up stats (bitch)
Mhm, facts (facts)
I hate y'all niggas, that's that (yeah)

Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (suu), back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit, back in love with this shit
Back in love with this shit (ayy, let's go), back in love with this shit

And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I love you, and I love you, yeah
And I love you too with your hatin' ass
I see you, yeah
I love you too, hatin' ass
Trick-ass, ho-ass
I love you too with your hatin' ass
Bitch-ass, broke-ass, little-ass, f*ck-ass
Yeah

---

Lost Times

Uh
I feel blessed, had the bread stashed
I woke up feelin' saucy, blew the whole bag, uh
Get your hood maxed
Two kids, same baby momma, all black

You know me, though
Alcohol and God and all that shit that comes involved with it
Takes time, man, you know what I mean
I got some screws loose in this thing, you heard me
It takes its time, but it's gon' be either one though (uh)
And that's just how it works

Slid through the many nights, I
Never met many like I
Say she like girls and want mines
F*ck on her friends, I might not
Niggas stand clear when I drop
Niggas gon' learn when I talk
You see they move when I march
God, credit, bless, love, the realest
My thugs, my niggas, drugs and killers
How you hate me with a smile, my nigga?
You foul, my nigga
You turned love into a cow, my nigga, ayy
Pop, I did it, the block, I slid it
You hatin', I figured, no sleep on my pillow
You broke and a bum, the worst of the scum
Was dappin' your son, he know how I won
You see how I come, you see how I'm clutch
The only of us, pft, uh
Slid through the many nights, I
Never met many like I
You mention Q and they lie
I know I'm great in they eyes
The first Hoover that flyed, I
(Suu)

I'ma put my fingers in the air for the lost times
Twist one then I put it in the air for the lost times (yeah)
I'ma throw this money everywhere for the lost times (su, su, su)
I'ma get to bustin' in the air for the lost times
(Su, su, su) uh

Slid through the many nights, uh
Givin' you plenty life, uh
Death and beauty all like
I tried so many times, like
how else I'ma climb the height? Uh
Who knew I'd be dynamite, uh?
You keepin' it shade (you keepin' it shade)
I'm tryna shine all the light, uh
Yeah, on the gang, look
I learned the most when I get calls from my cell
We all need help, but first we must believe in ourselves
We all on wealth right (right), but first we gotta learn how to fail
We all seen Hell, right, so tell me then, what's better than Hell?
Oh, wait, uh, no matter what we livin' it up (we livin' it up)
Life is what you make it, and it, it still ain't enough (it still ain't)
Uh, yo, on God in Heaven, this how I rock though (suu)
The homies didn't believe until I slid with you, right? (Right)
My momma, she didn't believe until I wrote pictures right, uh (right)
Got a call about some hate, you still my dawg, nigga, right? (Uh)
But instead of extending your hand, you want me to dig with you, like (ayy)

---

Germany 86'

It was love that brought you here to me
He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, he-ey

Yeah, uh, uh
Yo

I feel leveled I'm good, my head better, I'm straight
My mom stayed workin' late, she taught me how to be great
My superhero's a woman, you know she served for this country
Sent her back to the Hoovers, left her son for the shooters
We in the streets playin' catch, I guess we comin' up next, uh
I guess we comin' up next, I guess we growin' up stressed
By ten years, we was thirty, watchin' your homie get stretched
Watchin' your homie get X'ed out and bleed through his flesh
I feel leveled, I'm straight, my head better, I'm good (doot-doot-doot)
My babysitter knew I had the strap on contact
My dawg beat life, didn't snitch and I'm proud of that
He finally came home, gon' ball again, all of that, on God, uh (doot-doot-doot)
My baby momma know I'm a dawg, I'll be home again (yeah, yeah)
I'm sorry for the silence, I'ma make up those promises
The way you keep this whole shit together, for sure, we lit
Oh god, yeah, yeah
I see they jealous, we-

Pain, pain, pain
a little for some and a whole lot for others
Complete crushing for those who never understand in this society
Pain is a part of man, pain
Pain, endure you must, or be crushed
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

---

Time killers

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (whoa)
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
(All that cappin' ass shit)
(Don't wanna hear none of that shit) yeah
We don't wanna hear that shit no more
On God (yeah)
Uh (yeah), yeah

Wake up, I'm on the night shift, don't do me wrong
Pull up, I need my sidekick, come get me on
On, on, turn me on
Slow down, follow the process, I'm in the zone
One umbrella, two pairs come, you play your roles
Euros, really I'm out here, I'm in the pros
Black man made it the hard way, he think he Hov
So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours
911 f*ck up black folk, I got the Porsche
Two-time felon, behind the gates, it's a resort
Gotta watch for these devils that steal your shit and get control (yeah)
Careful on that road, dumb lil' nigga getting low on what he owe
While I'm doing what he don't, until then free the locs
Another rapper turn joke (joke)
Another so-so (uh, damn, homie)
Nigga, please let it go, uh (let it go)
God bless the dead, move from the past, hmm (ay, yeah)
Nine million, all cash, hmm (ay, huh)
It's like my overtime flash (ballin')
F*ck 'til she satisfied, yes
Break it off the side
Hate y'all-, no secret, I'm on the road
They played y'all-, not with us, do what you told
Money do cartwheels, backflipped in gold
I don't take advice from niggas with no hoes
Nigga, you talk so much, you's the ho
I live rent-free, boy, y'all controlled
I need four commas (money, f*ck zeroes)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (suu)
Wake up, hop out the phone booth, I'm on the way
Grew up on Figueroa Street, I saw the play
Lil' ol' scrawny nigga, for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I display
Home of the brave, ran by the slaves
Stole everybody name so white Jesus on the chain
I feel proud when it hangs
Try to hide from the fame and still came with a bang
I'm a Figg nigga, turned a black cloud to a flame
I'm a big willy, stomach full, mouth full of paint
It was God-given, lil' nigga took it too far
I'm a lone star, street-smart and I'm book-smart
That's the dope part
Uh, yeah, look at my report card
Boy, was supposed to hit the four yard
A man supposed to have scars (ayy)
Nigga, it ain't that hard
When I'm groovin' in the NASCAR to Hoover Street, I'm Mozart
Boy livin' on a postcard
Smooth steerin' for the hard R, f*ck y'all (my nigga)

Yeah
They thought I was crazy (doot-doot)
they said I was cra- (yeah, doot-doot)
They thought I was crazy (yeah, doot-doot)

---

Pig feet

Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, we're all on the same team, f*ck it
Hey, hey
Ayy, ayy

Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ain't no right, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, it's on sight, ayy (suu)

Yeah, quiet down, hey, hey
Not a sound, ayy, ayy
Piggy down, ayy, ayy
Peakin' out, ayy, ayy
Off a high, ayy, ayy
Off the highway, ayy
Piggy driveway, ayy
Since grandma thirteen had to have a job, ayy
Since I was thirteen, couldn't get a job, ayy
Big piggy, pig feet, oinkin' in your driveway
Big blue, piggy drew, bake it in your driveway

Face down, case down
Where they at? Ride now
Red strings, blue strings
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do, do?

Throw my hat back, bitch
You's a punk-rock bitch
Give me FaceTime, bitch
We the clack-clack clique
In some drop-top shit
We gon' bounce out quick
We gon' slide like this
How do Babe Ruth miss? Bitch, I, uh, yeah
Ayy, bitch, I caught a pig, ayy
F*ck them cop lights, ayy
F*ck that yellow tape, ayy
Spin your block, uh, uh
Quiet down, bitch, it's groovy, sit it down
Got a drummer, hundred round
We gon', uh, hear the sound, uh
Who them niggas is, loc?
Bring them bitches in, ho
Bitch, I'm really him, ho
Watch up by the benzo
Smile should be a Enzo
You the people's elbow
Crème de la crème, ho, uh
Yeah, punk-rock bitch
We gon' slide-slide, bitch
You's a homicide bitch
I'm on Crip time, bitch
Now it's your time, bitch
Shootin' through that-, bitch
You need more than thumb-, bitch

Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ain't no right, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy, left, ayy
Left, ayy, left, ayy, left, it's on sight, ayy

Face down, case down
Where they at? Ride now
Red strings, blue strings
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do, do?

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Smile

Whoa, bap
And I love you
I love you
Yeah (uh-huh)

My old bitch get swerved
I fell off? Oh, word
The new car, go, "Skrrt"
I did it big, big work
The Blue Lips, boy hurt
The truth is, just curse
Well, god damn, got scammed
The best friend, dark-skinned
I came alive, you wait
I've fully gone insane
I feeling low in shame
I never learned 'bout late
You got a tongue with no taste
I'm feeling sunny, no shade
You niggas funny, okay
They try to copy, ha
Even when I'm on my low day, even when I'm on my high day
Even when I'm on the highway, even when I'm feelin' sideways
What's a Benz if you ain't in the driveway?
Can't compare a Bentley to a Hyundai
You my Kim K to my Kanye
We can blow a hunnid on a Tuesday
We can recollect into a new thang
We can suicide, ain't takin' no break

You make me smile
You make me (make me) smile, smile, smile (ow)
That's it