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Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that shit
About how many bodies you caught
My niggas is real thug niggas
Them real niggas dont talk
Worldstar niggas get caught
Wavin' all them guns at the cameras
Dumbass nigga you ain't bout to shoot shit
You dont do shit, you just think its cool shit, to move bricks
Real niggas do it cause they got to
I know them real niggas and it's not you
And if they see your ass 'round hear frontin'
A real shooter be somewhere and shot you
Man get the fuck out the booth poppin 'that shit
Corny ass nigga just talkin' that shit
Heard about it, read about it, never been around it
But you think its all fab to somebody that
Why you movin' round with your ho?
You ain't even stickin' to the code
You dont even represent the life right
Pussy niggas sleeping with a night light
Coming for your headlight, fight night
Get anything done for the right price, boy!
Bady Boy

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

Frontin' like you really on that bullshit
[?] down, make a motherfucker do a full flip
Nigga really, really on that crip shit
Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, nigga move it
Got the tool and get a piece, Imma use it
Nigga rutheless, leave a chop nigga toothless, tellem smoochies (yawk, yawk)
Got that white girl, get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer
Mixin' venom like a viper, want to buy her
I'm the nigga with the fire since a minor
Now im major, with the paper coppin' acres overseas like a sailor
You a hater and your daddy in the same boat
You a busta, where your chain go?
Pour syrup on my Eggo, 4 liters for the 8 tho, to the face now the day slow
Yous a fruity little rainbow, real nigga call me Django
50 seconds [?] shootin' halos
Every pocket got a bank roll
I dont think you really understand me
Groovy Q'll get the nose candy

Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms
Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my nigga
Blllll stick'em fuck you and every nigga came witcha
Gone put a nigga on a picture
Gone put a nigga on a t-shirt
Back in the day when a nigga sell dope
I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole
Glock 40 whooo
My ambitions as a rider
Sipping on lean getting higher
Nigga im a codein buyer
No you ain't no foreign whip driver
Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with alot of money
Bundles falling all out your pocket
When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid
Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut don't blow it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

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(Intro)
I’m drunk, I’m high, demon gettin’ by here x8

(Verse)
Oh stand up dog, got the marrow from the ground
I’m a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the frame
Throw these dollars make them work
Slick ass to she can get a nigga on
That mammals know she won’t
Easy to broke you don’t keep hoe
Let me kill that bitch we rough
Real for the real, who wanna be broke
Daddy on there I gotta be both
Life’s too short, gotta be close
Tryin’ to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it’ll probably be three
I’m for those mansions make my flee
On regular tip, I’m hit
Your lip, I’m super dude
Don’t make me sip that track
Just like that like I have never knew ya
Trippin’ hoes just like menorah
I’m a nova like boyah
I’m tway, overslick, way on the whip
Neck this of the collar
I’ve been drunk and high all day y’all
Bowing down as a AR I heard
Money ,money coming whole week
Been with a fifty pounds on the radar
Now , I’ma send a front of a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it’s real but it ain’t
Bet these trips to the bedroom changed now

(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er’day I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in,won’t give up
I gotta be wenches fuck
Rat’s tough, we gon’ get by
Baddest bitch is getting tough
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn it gettin by here x4

(Verse)
A hater, a playa, he’s definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work and she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga ,ain’t you
Nr.1 gangster can’t be two
Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor
Nigga go broke and his rap many slow
Last in my done like I’m trying on soap
I’m so dope everyone be hope
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain’t met another nigga like me
See when the seaweed grows in the sea
I don’t take shots motherfucker I’m a G
Let’s get smoke, show some relax
And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch my neck, you see these necks
Yo this your town, then fucking respect
I’m the headline you don’t get my jack
Blackwood smoke let a real nigga smoke
I blow shine right behind these notes
Tryin’ to get a house up on these folks
Can’t down rap or real dough smokes
Swack a blunt I sit around
Drive it bitch and make it down
Do your best to smoke it all
Bet you all a million now

(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er’day I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in,won’t give up
I gotta be wenches fuck
Rat’s tough, we gon’ get by
Baddest bitch is getting tough
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn it gettin by here x4

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There are 2 things that you must have

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Ok, these are all my accessories
Especially if you invest in weed
All I ever sold was marijuana
I ain’t selling nothing with a recipe
I’m in the bay not just the pete
Seen more trees than you’ll ever see
Put a pound of kush on a nigga head
If you ever think about flexing me
Food savers and scissors, 2 flavors I give you
Got grand daddy, got og,
You can use papers or swishers
Get a bag, fill it up, cut the top then get seal it up
All my partners got rich off,
But they all worth a quarter mill in …
I don’t know no nigga that’s real as us
I bought a house I’m dealing bud
I can’t believe it ain’t legal yet
But I’ma sell it since it’s still a drug
They call me side young cause everybody know I’m pitching
You can tell when you walk inside my kitchen
All you see is

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

I’m the man with the oz’s, my plug call me wizard
Sure I got some purp and I got some killa
To you it smell like gas but to me it smell like vanilla
And all my bud light, cause I don’t fuck with milla
Not liquor, Reggie, I keep a bag of them digits
If you take a peak of his last name
I’m into grass like Teddy
I … like spaghetti, get the money out the ass I got a wedgie
Why you mad? I don’t owe you jack son, that’s Jessie
I got a 6 pack in my chevy, that’s what I call a muscle car
I ain’t talking bout dope Shawty, when I say that I hustle hard
Just the other day I sent my girl to the target
For some tissue and some soap for our apartment
Plus I need some

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Grow up nigga but I’m feel though
Siroc boy with a little endo
10 racks, hunned shows 1 mill
Mixtape on billboard, fuck my deal
… a little weed out of oxy pills
Come on…but my lips are sealed…
Bang your top before they bang your gavel
Grenade in the mouth for the nigga that…
Rock to the tools…sold everything
Crack cocaine and pussy
…full of dope…quite a few pounds, she can feel the hummer
Call me puff daddy lil bitch I’m flashing
Grand daddy kush man I love my grams
Fuck ball …but I’m going ham
Vietnam, tax all niggas, fuck uncle sam…

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors.

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[Intro]
It’s hot as a motherfucker out here
Summer heat, hot murder plots
Niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for 6’s, one wheel, one…

Throw it up, one hand wave back at the bitches
I’m silent, right before I snap, I’m violent
I calm myself through tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the fog
If you scared, get a dog
Get a male, cause the bitch will get you both in the mall
Now pick the punch lines,
I’m punching these are the knockout flows
I’m cyber pimping, I’m so new wave, I got sci-fi hoes
This is next level mac shit, that’s why my money stack quick
12 v’s v 12’s, half of them triple black bitch
Lust, … and greed, jealousy envy me
Your pride’s blurring your vision
See I’m where I’m supposed to be
On top of the underground, still greedy
Still running cities, still andre and fitty
Fuck with me, I’m a usual suspect when it’s a hit
Turn up the volume you hear my voice, yeah that’s the shit

Pardon me please, may I speak to you?
Yeah can I speak to you
I feel this is something I’m compelled to do
Niggas talk that shit when I ain’t around
But when I come, you can hear crickets
They don’t say a motherfucking thing

Pistols and bad bitches, hustler and bad bindess
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pair
You sniff it all let it grill, wrapped before, you know the drill
Money, power and drugs, my only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers nigga
We played cribs and bloods
Like who the pimp saying who the sluts
Between… slut’s purses
God please forgive me but it’s still was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains
Golden rings and things
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes that rap the hardest
For real, … make you a target
Into the pigs, or I’ma get you while you playing boy
Hunt you like an animal, strap with a bean that’s…
50 told me ambition wins when you’re telling they working
I say I’d rather relax, than be in that… and put in that working

Pardon me please, may I speak to you?
You see that? that’s what I’m talking bout
I like that
I feel this is something I’m compelled to do
First name school, second name boy q
Oh, don’t get it fucked up

Floss if you want to, I seen you home broke nigga
It ain’t a secret I get money you’s a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years less than a month nigga
… to south side, but we up nigga, oh yeah
Don’t fuck around and make a trillion.

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[verse 1]
gloomy on sunny days
shadows no house or trees
prayers now close to me as i bow down and take a knee
hell goes far as the eye can see
hoodies and weaponry
naïve to being free
locked up, we chasing keys
how ya eyes investigate us
while we look up to entertainers, ball players, pistol bangers
big brothers, uncles, uncles
betrayed by a lot of homies, all my friendships stay on shuffle
huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land
as i clench down upon this trigger
the burn fuckin burn
every step to getting deeper
survival my main concern
marinating in satan’s sweat, take a sip of this holy water
hoping god still keep me blessed
with a dark shield for my armor

[verse 2]
promises man i promised
none of them goals accomplished
promises man i promised
to be loyal and honest
promises man i promised
lied on separate occasions
promises man i promised
my promises is aging
hennessy what my system like
feeling like superman
i might crip tonight
i bring loss to life
a gruesome site
look who done got involved
its no different from wars, its kill or be called upon
feeling teary eyed, thinking i’ve gone too far
ask god for forgiveness, shit i doubt he heard me at all
they say clean your hands before you eat, rest your sins with pray
but i’ve done did some things i don’t think i could ever wash away

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[verse 1: schoolboy q]
ain’t got no jewelry on still i’m shinin’ hard
ain’t got no bodyguard walkin’ solo through the mall
bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: “there he go!”
they be like: “there he go! schoolboy, there he go!”
cheifin’ like a muthafuckin’ seminole
here we go, off probation probably go to me-hi-co
furthermore, can’t find this in the store, this shit ain’t for the low
got my daughter swaggin’ like her muthafuckin’ daddy though
the patio with a muthafuckin’ view
nappy chin hairs, bitch i’m muthafuckin’ q
uhhh, muthafucka’, muthafucka’ yeah
fuckin’ is my favorite word, reason why i’m fuckin’ her
she swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
purr, i love that kitty cat
ass fat, throw it back, i can’t believe you wifing that
deepthroat, seven or eleven, she’s a double gulp
my pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
nigga try sneakin’ up on me and i’m makin’ noise
but what i failed to understand
i’m the muthafuckin’ man, ran into him, he’s a fan
goddamn…
[hook: schoolboy q]
i’m shinin’ hard, they be like: “there he go!”
no bodyguard, they be like: “there he go!”
up in your broad, they be like: “there he go!”
they be like: “there he go! schoolboy, there he go!”
hiiipower bitch, they be like: “there he go!”
black hippy shit, they be like: “there he go!”
magnificent, they be like: “there he go!”
they be like: “there he go! schoolboy, there he go!”

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
no, it be this nigga here just lookin’ at you lames
with my niggas, yo we bettin’ on the laker game
even though my niggas lost another itunes check to dame
garcia vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin’ slow
‘quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
uh, fo’ sho’, ain’t no need for niggas out here frontin’ do’
metapho’, how i come with it? i don’t fuckin’ know
y’all actin’ like that tde don’t run l.a
coast ain’t been this tall since pac, death row, and dr. dre
word to dr. dre, detox is like a mix away
so go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play
worldwide holocaust, cuh we murder shit
without a gun or knife, it’s just a fuckin’ hit
pussy drips, raining in her cervix, i’m a fuckin’ pimp
saggin’ low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio
[hook]

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[intro]
crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night. hands on the wheel. fuck that
[verse 1]
life for me is just weed and brews
see the hoes flock to you when your name is q
am i over-faded? hell yeah it’s true
turn a beat on, ain’t no limit to what i can do
see this top dawg in heat, but i’m a fuck the world
i’mma be on tunes ’til god re-furls
you sat me down, i’m still tryna get higher
you looked at me stupid when i twisted the fire
meanwhile my nigga drunk as fuck
a nigga fucked up, we all fucked up
you done fucked up, i brought more blunts
smoke back to up, you niggas know what’s up
too damn high, can’t stand myself
i love drunk driving, man i’m something else
heat on my side, you’re more than welcome to melt
i’m ’bout to finish a pound, you’re more welcome to help
[hook]
weed and brews, weed and brews
life for me is just weed and brews
weed and brews, weed and brews
life for me is just weed and brews
i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
yeah, you heard me right, i might fuck tonight
i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
yeah, you heard me right, i might fuck tonight
hands on the wheel. uhuh fuck that

[verse 2: asap rocky]
wait hold up, back in this motherfuckin’ bitch once again
it’s the pretty motherfucker with a 40 ounce of brew
my nigga q and we drunker than a bitch
we gettin’ millis motherfucker yeah, uh
nigga weed and brews, unbelieveable
got a freak or two, in my vehicle
got the purple drink, got the yellow drink
then we mix it up, call it pikachu
with a little bit of crack, little bit of dope
little bit of smoke, little coke
little weed, when they on them pills
little bit of e, little bit of shrooms
little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels
and i keep the illest, trillest bitches while i’m swaggin’ it
crush a bit, little bit, that’s my pursuit of happiness
[hook]
[verse 3]
if i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
if i fucked her twice, i might change her life
if i change her life she might hit my weed
we could have her some and we could run off with three
her, mary and me, i’ll keep it strictly g
my philosophy upon living right
nigga weed and brews, hit that every night
and her pussy nice cause i fight the bitch
beat it down and shit, i be clowning with
black hippy crew, how swag am i
be the reason why, she wanna drown my dick
but i sup a lot, she a super-drive
no paper planes, the bangers are fly
don’t act surprised, too much loc inside
let’s get stupid high, to where i can’t reply
love smokin’ dope, i won’t compromise
[hook]

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[Hook]
Niggas already know Q got shit
Niggas already know Q got swag
Niggas already know Q make hits
Niggas already know Q pop tags
Niggas already know Q smoke weed
Niggas already know
Niggas already know
Niggas already know already know about me
Niggas already know I’m way to G
Niggas already know Q (Yeah)
Niggas already know You (Nah)
Niggas already know Q (Yeah)
Niggas already know You (Nah)
I said ? b!tch
Niggas already know I’m with this shit
You on that hater shit
I’m on the player shit
All left ?

[Verse 1]
Niggas already know Q low key
Niggas already know Q OG
Niggas already know Q get high
Niggas already know Q stay fly
Niggas already know I sips that lean
Niggas already know I gets that cream
Niggas already know TDE the team
Niggas already know Champs got a ring
Niggas already know I run this shit
Niggas already know I f-cked yo b!tch
Niggas already know I am that nigga
Niggas already know One more time yeah I am that nigga
Niggas already know the set got high
Niggas already know Who wig got popped
Niggas already know I sold that ox
Niggas already know
Niggas already know The cops got on us
Niggas already know stash those burners
Niggas already know
Niggas already know
Niggas already know Q gotta chhill
Niggas already know
Niggas already know
Niggas already know

[Hook]
Niggas already know Q got shit
Niggas already know Q got swag
Niggas already know Q make hits
Niggas already know Q pop tags
Niggas already know Q smoke weed
Niggas already know
Niggas already know
Niggas already know already know about me
Niggas already know I’m way to G
Niggas already know Q (Yeah)
Niggas already know You (Nah)
Niggas already know Q (Yeah)
Niggas already know You (Nah)
I said I’m Quincy b!tch, (?)
Niggas already know I’m with this shit
You on that hater shit
I’m on the player shit
I left y’all minors in the majors b!tch

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