[Intro: Schoolboy Q & Melvin Van Peebles sample]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Boo
Huh
Yeah, huh
"You better watch your step!"
Huh, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
They say the gangsters back (Back), give God a heart attack (Yeah)
Red-eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines, who smokin', sending nickels and dimes (Pop, pop, dimes)
My little nigga twelve, said he with it, yeah (Yeah)
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it, mm! (Yeah)
Soon as he lit it, cuh was finished (Tss)
Now cock back the gat, leave the mask and gloves, let's get to business (Yeah, nigga)
Tuh, but they worried 'bout Osama (Tuh)
Kill the bitch nigga and get his family mañana (Yeah)
Didn't get a comma, nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe, so he can hold his head in honor (What)
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking, ugh (Yeah)
Living abortions, they oughta raise the price on coffins (Huh)
They fucking make a killing (Make a killing)
But I ain't dying up in prison (Nah)
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Yawk! Yawk!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Boo
Huh
Yeah, huh
"You better watch your step!"
Huh, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
They say the gangsters back (Back), give God a heart attack (Yeah)
Red-eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines, who smokin', sending nickels and dimes (Pop, pop, dimes)
My little nigga twelve, said he with it, yeah (Yeah)
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it, mm! (Yeah)
Soon as he lit it, cuh was finished (Tss)
Now cock back the gat, leave the mask and gloves, let's get to business (Yeah, nigga)
Tuh, but they worried 'bout Osama (Tuh)
Kill the bitch nigga and get his family mañana (Yeah)
Didn't get a comma, nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe, so he can hold his head in honor (What)
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking, ugh (Yeah)
Living abortions, they oughta raise the price on coffins (Huh)
They fucking make a killing (Make a killing)
But I ain't dying up in prison (Nah)
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Yawk! Yawk!
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