Californication

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

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

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

Just gimme that bass I need that 808

Sipping on that syrup, worries fade away

Got on my chains, I just got off a layaway

Do it the player way, okay-okay, okay-okay (Okay-okay)

Just know that ASAP be that TDE

We got the game in headlocks; I'm talking DDT

She on my TV screen; I'm talking DVD

British bitches love my cock; I'm talking BBC

I'm in that BBC, niggas know I Bathing Ape

I'm sleeping with my Nina and I never put my blade away

Silly nigga fix your face, you drinking all that haterade

My candy paint your favorite shake, okay-okay, okay-okay

My baddest bitch your favorite shape

I spray the gauge that's race and gay

So fuck your sex, your race and age

Most sickest since the plaguing age

Different shit, this day and age

They raise the bar now raise the stakes

I'm eating off that paper chase

Bread and butter, bacon eggs

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

Quincy, where you been? I been grooving with my team, ho

I seen your bitch staring, I was on stage blowing Indo

Let me put it in though, fuck you and your friend ho

Trust me bruh, your bitch is weak but booty got potential

Every state I go now rack it up

Everything I wear now stacking up

Jeans Dior, no a nigga ain't poor

These mothafuckas be a stack and up

These new niggas can't fuck with us

Yo, Flacko why they wanna dress like you?

Hey, wanna rap like Q?

Hey, wear they bucket hats like Q?

Hey, probably be the reason why I fucked your (ooh)

Only had one condom and I fucked them too

Nigga gon' do what a nigga gon' do

I'm a real nigga from around the way, okay-okay

Do it the player way, ASAP, TDE here to stay

You fade away like Jordan J, okay-okay-okay

Still gangsta of the year, and in your favorite gear

Whispered in her ear, then drove it in her rear

Wipe my dick off threw my hoodie on and disappear

See this is very-very, very rare, young listener

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

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

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]

For sure, I bring the baddest through, I sold dope on your avenue

The white girls call me radical, the black girls say I'm mad at you

The illest gangsta, no debate, a natural you must concentrate

I came in this unorthodox with two left shoes, no matching socks

But now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show

I'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess thats where my money go

Eenie-minie-minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe

Come pull it out and kiss it ho, there he go

G shit through ya stereo, all my shit historical

Your shit need a miracle, toss that out my vehicle

Make you feel some type of way, make you feel some type of K

That body guard won't work today, yawk-yawk-yawk, what more can I say?

Money I make that shit replay, rewind, stack it up, moving freight

Rewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my hanky pank

All my niggas be balling bitch, all y'all bitches be calling bitch

Y'all niggas can't control a bitch, hope my young niggas notice this

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

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

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating

Ca-ca-ca-californication

Cali-for-fornication, fornicating