ScHoolboy Q

[Produced by Best Kept Secret] [Intro] Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 a.m., summer night Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that [Verse 1] Life for me is just weed and brews See the hoes flock to you when you

[Intro] I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun Fuck punching ya in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot Bang... Last night it was a dream This morning a fantasy back When the only fan I had was a fiend Meet me b

[Intro: Joy] My daddy said drown, nigga [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothafucka,

[Intro] This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Girl, I'm capital G [Verse 1] Might pull up in my bucket This nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin Just made a mill and still thuggin' Nigg

Part 1 - Prescription [Verse 1] Prescription drugs, show me love Percocets, Adderall Xanny bars, get codeine involved Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep I'm

Hop up out the bed, turn my swag on Trust me bruh, your bitch is weak, something I would pass on Fuck her with a mask on, ooh, I be tryna chill And your ho be in the front row look like she off a pill Just gimme that bass I need that 808 Sipping on t

Hold and shoot till he drop We'll be waiting for you around the corner, nigga Only twelve and a half, and already ducking them jabs Fighting back, just hoping that he last, he on his ass Huffing and puffing, getting tagged See what this nigga feel wo

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you, baby But this song so fucking dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazed with So I'm just sitt

[Produced by DJ Dahi] [Hook] Get up out your seat, you can have my drink, let me see you dance Get up off your feet, you can be my freak, let me see you jam When the sun falls, then the moon lights, might be a hell of a night Go, go, go, go... [Verse

[ti:Blessed] [ar:Schoolboy Q] [al:Habits & Contradictions] [offset:0] [00:01.02]Blessed - Schoolboy Q [00:19.34]What it's like for a nigga like me [00:21.22] [00:22.70]Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep [00:25.48] [00:27

Mmm mmm yo yo YO!! Yo yo, yo yo yo yo Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit Yo yo, yo, uh-huh Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat since I bought "1st Infantry" and shit, hehehe Yo yo yo yo W

Nigga just be wantin all the hoes sometimes Nigga want every last one of these bitches Nigga do anything for a bitch... I had to tell the bitch, heh - y'knahmean? Q! Look at you (look at you) now look at me (me) Now look at him (look at him) now back

[Hook] Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Co

there he go - 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' li

Niggaz already know man, whew, mm! They already know man Shit's real out here man these motherfuckin streets Shit's real man, niggaz better keep movin around See 'em - the Gotti motherfuckin shits man Up all night out here with the street shit man Ni

yay yay - schoolboy q had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of ox whole life i been a g, had bitches on the block had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot got fiends at the do' so i turned that to a rock that yay yay that yay yay i'm a d

[feat. Kendrick Lamar] (SchoolBoy Q - Verse 1) Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot Cocaine to a rock, duece duece in a sock Every dollar closer to a drop Every drop is closer to a cop Every cop is closer to a cell Hit the cell your ticket r

[Verse 1] Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift Oxy like concerts, always my bread first GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine Nina my new thing, blew up before fame Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul Burn through my shoestring, cam

I got bitches on my right, gangstas on my left Everybody fully loaded better watch your step You keep running your mouth, or I'm hiding where you slept Bet you be hog-tied and die for fucking with a red Dude this for my niggas, bet they say it's wort

[Intro: Joy] Hello... Hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangster [Hook] Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, we Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove Gangsta, gangsta