Grab the Mic ScHoolboy Q (Ft. BMac the Queen & Tyga)

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q & DJ Ill Will]
Yeah
GED, oh boy
Can't be reconciling
Ill Will exclusive

[Chorus 1: ScHoolboy Q]
We got that front, back, side to side
Lean with it, rock with it, burner might pop with it
Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean, now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by the Klumps
Any nigga that want it, get it, he can get fitted from long range
No game, nigga we bring the pain
ScHoolboy and one letter, you know the name
Kill what? If he doubt it, you know the game
Reload, cock back and let it bang
Pill round, no leash, I'm never tamed
Been around the world, whole world know I got cream
No lie, I'm the best at this rap thing
No pen and I still make the trench scream
Shitting on the mic and wipe my ass with the pop scream
Who Q? Yeah, he the rap king
Big Mac? Yeah, she the rap queen
Hate thongs? Yeah, I know they beat me
And my nigga Top gon' be the reason why you a crack fiend
God damn, fuck I need to rap for
Order anything and I still make the trap go