Lyrics ScHoolboy Q

ScHoolboy Q

Crazy

It go, Run dum dum, This for my niggas selling yayo

I said Run dum dum, keep it bussin' every day yo

Four Four with the nose leakin', still workin

Back up in this bitch like a lab surgeon

Fired up, leave a snitch nigga wide if he wired up

Yeah, huh, Jaw shut

Pool butts

Ran to the bread but only got crusts

So me grindin' with that iron is a real must

And it will bust, trust

So hush little boy hush

It's a man's world

You can go and keep it jerkin do your dance girl

I'm a cold nigga

Street entrepreneur trying to gain figures

Huh, plus I heard you was a lame nigga

Nah nigga, no need to explain nigga

First off see you never did your thing nigga

Looked up in the year book and seen you was the same nigga

Take you back to as a child

Where you was runnin from the same niggas that is bustas now

So you drink to sterilize your pain

And you never sober, should of been a soldier

Up jumps the boogie to the bang bang boogie not another nigga fuckin' with me

I go upside your head, leave a mother fucker dead and I dare an eye witness to see

I got me something and it do somethin' sweet

Acting retarded nigga my cup of tea

Bang Pop niggas sling rocks like a sling shot

Call my bitch China White, all she do is bang cock

Still with the same Glock, like I never heard cops

Fuck police tattoo's

50 niggas serve got

Beanie down, Blacked up

Every niggas strapped up

And we all tryna prove somethin'

Move somethin'

Fool nothin' all you niggas dead frontin'

Be politicking' never beyond dumbin'

Straight gunnin'

Huh? Yeah, So whats crackalackin'?

Look into a nigga eyes you know whats 'bout to happen

Back in action, flip the money like gymnastics

Wrapped in plastic, Fantastic

Yeah

Make the soda pop you niggas smell the odor

Coca cola, heard it's cheaper in the Nolia

So do the Nolia Clap

Where them birds at?

Just know I'm here for business though

See I serve rats

Yeah, make sure nigga heard that

Seen as he hit the back his ass getting whacked (BLAT)

Yeah, and it's on to the next one

Gone to the next onw

Flyer than a Jetson

You knowin' Ima get it in

Playin with the heat you should have gave it to your niggas then

Shots jump, roping out the Glock

Smoking like a double dutch

Too much