Druggys wit Hoes

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]

Got the baddest hoes, got the finest weed

Everywhere I goes, they know who I be

Now take a picture, now let me be

Let me do me, let me be a fiend

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

I'm shooting up, everyday I'm tryna ball

With my little China doll, got my back like spinal cord

That pistol on me, yeah that .45

Nigga feeling do or die, fuck tryna be unified

She over there, wanna be over here

So I pull her hair, fuck her from the rear until she there

How are you? Shit, I go by Q

Hey ho, now what it do?

Got a king size and it's built for 2

I been meaning to be leaning up in that pussy

Like Promethazine and she took the semen my willy beaming

On any given Sunday that pussy a runway

She did it the fun way, smash it like Ticante

She did me hombre no need for nombre, we screaming olé and olé

We scored no goalie, she's just a groupie

And group-a, gave top like toupée, bum rushed that coochie

Her pussy lukewarm like long lay, her head be Bombay

Like gin and OJ, took a shot, and I won like gameday

Yes I'm the sensei, comprende? Got a ticket, one way

Oh, you don't really see it that I'm gone?

Pass the baton, black, real rap, spit to the break of the dawn

Nigga we all that, we all that, see that's the shit that we be on

Nigga this Black Hippy, nothing else, beat so bake I'm 'bout to melt

All my shit be prison felt, TDE we got the belt

Hold it down if nothing else, swear to God, on my life

Where it's at? Shit on sight, down to ride, fuck a bike

If I'm locked then fly a kite, keep a strap on like a dyke

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

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] & (Ab-Soul)

Got the baddest hoes, got the finest weed

Everywhere I goes, got the finest weed

The finest weed, the finest weed

Everywhere I goes, got the finest weed

(Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)

(Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)

Got the baddest hoes (Ass, titties)

Got the finest weed (Pussy, ho, ass, titties)

Everywhere I go (Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Quincy, where the weed at? You know I really need that

You know we go back, 'member when I had you smoking Blacks?

In the back when Top was gone, now Top is back

That mean we in Juice garage, you know you my brethren, we superstars

Still mobbing the 7/11, fuck a car

Top Dawg, ya little fists ain't up to par

Got the baddest hoes, burn the finest kush

That means I'm a botanist slash gynecologist

Please hold your apologies for sleeping, it was prophecy

I just need some time and let these demons climb up out of me

You know the ones that got me sipping these mickeys 'til I'm numb

Having your missis' tongue missing from her mouth, in around my nuts

Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dust bunnies

This hip hop ain't done none for me

Knew I was to be a star when I had a cubby

Watching Ferngully, now everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfy

Watch the company I keep in case they come for me

All these bitches in your dreams drinking cum from me

This blue dream steam in the lungs of me, oh, buddy (Soul!)