SOPA

[Intro]

(Soulo taught me...)

See, yeah, my nigga, see

See yes this where sci-fi meets swag, my nigga

Like, like, like the Holy Bible in a Gucci Bag, my nigga, swag

['Cause I'm swagging on 'em]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony

Chip off the block, since puffy socks in my Saucony

I touch stock, she suck cock

She dancing Secret Sundays and I'm 'bout to prey

I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope

She got that magical vaginal, let me hocus poke

Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream

She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king

(Soulo, Soulo, Soulo, Soulo) kiss the fucking ring ho

TDE we got the belt, hold it down if nothing else

And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt

Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr. Evil (zip it)

Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler

ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta

And I ain't never been a mothafuckin' lick

'less I'm right around the clit, druggys with hoes, O's and 4's

[Chorus]

I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough

I said look back at me when you hit the pole

Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough

I said look back at me when you hit the pole

Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

Oh, that's your bitch? Well, bruh, she on me

I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies

Got the block hot, cause I set it off

No I'm not Weezy, bitch, I'm wheezy from that chronic cough

Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard

Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here

Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down

How that sound? I'm from the underground

They gon' make me slang a pound

Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)

Bitch, what you know about Figg Row? (Figg Row)

This is original gangster, uh, uh, uh, yeah

Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell it, inhale it, sip it, whatever

Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah

In interviews they always asking me about a list

Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks

Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket

Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy

That check was mine as soon as we signed

[Chorus]

I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough

I said look back at me when you hit the pole

Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough

I said look back at me when you hit the pole

Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

[Bridge: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q]

Soulo ho! Groovy Q!

I'm high as fuck, nigga me too

Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch

Fendi on, I might throw a fit

Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon

Heard it through the grapevine

We got extra pills, lean and shrooms

Life for me is just weed and brews

[Outro - Ab-Soul]

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(Soulo taught me...)

(I, I don't smoke, I, I, no, no, no)

(Soulo taught me...)

(put that camera down)

Puffy just walked in damn

Aww damn homie shut it down damn nah nah (ay don’t smoke) nah nah (put that shit down)

Nah shut down with that lean homie that shit nah

The camera’s off ay gimme three cups cuz shit gimme some shit I ain’t quit nigga

(Ay the camera's on, give me some, ok, yeah)

(give me some)

(Yeah, I ain't quit nigga)

(Oh what the fuck... )