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[Part I]

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)

Su-su-su

I'ma stack my O's like Ohio

Lookin' at your life, that's a long, "No"

Lookin' at my life, think he Pablo

Y'all poor

Ya  (Shady)

Shady (Shady)

Yeah, bitch, come on

I been workin' hard all night

Put that one thing on, throw that one dress on, for me

All these fuckin' ideas, dreams

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]

Gotta catch up to my levels

Try to stay black, young fellow

Almost died twice, but let's get it

Got a AmEx with no limits

Gettin' head in Paris, that's different

I done hit the world with my Crippin' (Ayy)

I done leveled up my livin' (Yeah)

I ain't dancin' 'round in no skillet

Are you prostitutin', need pimpin'? (Uh)

We can find the truth through your children

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

Suu (Ooh)

Ah, suu

Bang, chalkin'

Chalk it up, chalkin' (Yeah)

Su

[Part II]

[Segue: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, yeah (Su), yeah, yeah (Su, su)

Yeah (Su, su), yeah, yeah

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (Go, hey)

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (Suu)

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]

Got me a Rollie, my roots in the soil

Downin' a bottle, my President gold

Dance in the pussy and cum in her throat

Sippin' the clear when I open the door

Come get a halo or get on the floor (Bang)

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Been through your hood, I done seen it before

'Member me? I done came through in a Ghost (Sheesh)

Married the thing I considered a, "No"

Nosy as hell, she irritable

Throw ten on that thing, I be doin' the most

Ski in the desert or ski in the snow

Ski in the desert or ski in the score

Fuck do you mean? It's a hook right here

Fuck do you mean? I could skate right here

Fuck do you mean? I could play right here

Be with the brothers or be with the Locs

Somethin' is funny, you must be the joke

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Time to get money, let's get it and go

Nigga, your bitch got a negative ass

Nigga, you lame, better stay in the past

Tried them before I'ma do it again

You rap niggas be kickin' at shins

You holler at the moon while watchin' it bloom

Bitch-ass nigga, done spark the fuse (Boy)

Bitch-ass nigga done payin' to lose (Boy)

Rich-ass nigga, might change the move (Boy)

Found out, nigga, you breakin' news (Boy)

Damn near fifty, got shit to prove (Boy)

Old-ass nigga done turned a fool (Boy)

Hell, nah, boy, don't fuck with you (Boy)

How you gangsta and gullible? (Boy)

Bitch, you a ho, you eligible

Ahahahaha

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

[Part III]

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]

Look

That's fire, that's gas, man

Hahahahahah

Ayy, that's game, that's game

That's game

That's game, that's game

That's game, that's game, cuz

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

Uh, how much more I gotta prove? How much more I gotta lose?

I was just a kid starin' at the ceilin', now stars on the roof

Now, saltwater slide pools, DRC's not booze

Since a kid, made moves, who the big homie now? Wow (Style)

Trew the nose on the clown, ain't no hoes in the crowd

Not a real one around, who gon' help when you drown?

Know he lost, but he brave, but a loss what he gave

Kinda off and it's strange, how you deal with the fame?

Stayed away from the lames, thank God for today

I'm back in love and it's great, still a whole lot of s—

Time to turn shit down, turn me up then, bitch

Run it up then, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Hella hoes like Prince (Yeah, yeah)

Now, the gang got rich (Yeah, yeah)

Time to shut shit down (Down, down, ooh, ow, wow)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, turn me up then, bitch, run it up then, bitch

Hella hoes like Rick, James

Niggas comin' for the crown (Crown, crown)

Time to shut shit down

Time to shut shit down, Chevy pedal to the ground

Everybody wanna try to kill the Rabbit, now, you lackin', nigga, now

Dustball niggas bitin' nigga's style (Style)

So, I gotta keep switchin' up, ten plus, runnin' millions up

I done locked like fifty-seven bitches up

Figure fuck it, fuck it

A hundred million tears in the bucket

Set of sisters, got 'em suckin', fuckin'

Minnesota twins, nigga, Kirby Puckett

Bumpin' H-Town, part time lover or knockin' the boots in a droptop coupe

Hoes fuckin' for the clout, not the loot (Yeah)

Smack a nigga in his mouth for the loot

If I ever see that pussy nigga Akademiks, I'ma catch another lawsuit (Hahaha), huh

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

A hundred million tears in a bucket (Yeah)

Send a hitter take it out the budget

You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it (Fuck it)

A hundred million tears in a bucket

Send a hitter take it out the budget

You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, Big Rabbit

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