Lyrics ScHoolboy Q

ScHoolboy Q

Druggys Wit Hoes

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

I'm shootin' 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 feelin' 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

Heyyy hoooo, 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 beamin'

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 screamin' 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

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

You know we go back, memba when I had you smokin' 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 mobbin' 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 sleepin' it was prophecy

I just need some time to have these demons climb up out of me

You know the ones that got me sippin' these mickeys till I'm numb

Having your Mrs' 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 place they come for me

All these bitches in your dreams drinking cum from me

This blue dream steaming the lungs of me

Oh buddy

Soul!