Dub Sac

[Part 1: Produced by Dave Free]

[Chorus]

I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it," rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

[Verse 1]

That shit weak, your bitch weak

That's too bad, my bitch bad

Smoke weed, I got plenty

Take your quarter back like McNabb

Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter

Now I got a quinceañera

Ever had a chick do it on the dick to capoeira?

Kick game like Martial Arts

Kick game like Marshall Law on Tekken

The homies got weapons

Martial Law could happen any second

Getting money, blowing digits

Only sexing sexy women

(Only sexing sexy women)

(Only sexing sexy women)

That like to do them nasty thangs

You know, I like them nasty thangs

Can't fuck with them whips and chains

I got a bitch that do, but I ain't got no gavel

Baby wanna know what's under my belt

Maybe 'cause I paid so much for the belt

Call the car service, get your ass home

But just yesterday me and Agent J

[Chorus]

I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it," rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

[Bridge]

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

[Verse 2]

You're so weak, you don't know me, Soulo so low-key

In Lord, Legends, infinity, oh, God showed off inventing me

Me and K with the promoter, drop the fo' up in the sod-er

I'm unraveling Backwoods

And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya

What's hatteninn?

I've been gone too long, but bitch, I'm back again

Except this time I'm owed

Had that Chevy Celebrity the same age as me

With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15, I mean

[Chorus]

I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it," rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

[Bridge]

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

What's happening? What's happening?

(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga, just a lil' Carson nigga

[Verse 3]

You still weak, you last week

I'm next month, twist the next blunt

The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts

Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up

Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued

We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff

Getting women in the mood

We tell the truth up in the nude

Breaking news, breaking news

I'm enlightening like Pikachu

All I do is what you wouldn't think to do

Silk, don't you remember that vegetable

South Pole jeans, fat laces in all our shoes

A nigga turned into an oracle

Treat the damn booth like a urinal

Smoking a stogie in a terminal

I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like "Fuck it"

Paul Jeremy, Doe and me tryna match a nugget

Pass the blunt to BC, AR and AJ

King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me

[Outro]

I had a dub sac in my bucket...

Capital C!

[Part 2: Produced by Tommy Black]

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood

[Interlude: A-Mack (over Ab-Soul)]

Fuck outta here, man, you dumb ass niggas! You niggas are silly

Out here tryin' to look cute and shit man. Quit playing. This is serious bruh, niggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb shit; a nigga ain't tryna hear that man. I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my nigga. This shit's over here from the grass... (?) We gon' handle it, how handle it my nigga straight like that, bruh. Eh, niggas out here look silly, my nigga. Like bruh, if you don't know me, look at my fucking Twitter, my nigga. It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping niggas and bitches for fun, straight like that

[Verse 4: Punch]

Niggas chased my uncle there

Through God's grace, the gun jammed

I found comfort in this pleasure

Meaning I slept the best through gun sounds

These Days it's a little different

Between me and my past, I put a little distance

Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious

Started as a dream, manifest into little Kendrick

Now everybody feel it

Even niggas who didn't know, they try to forget it!

Selective amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days

Niggas ask about pressure

I grew up watching freebase literally eat the face of my hood

So basically I beat the case, I vanished but left a trace

Just in case a nigga gotta go back

Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & SZA]

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood

I just might be in yo' hood