SOPA Ab-Soul (Ft. ScHoolboy Q)

[Intro]
(Soulo taught me...)
See, yeah, my nigga, see
See yes this where sci-fi meets swag, my nigga
Like, like, like the Holy Bible in a Gucci Bag, my nigga, swag
['Cause I'm swagging on 'em]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony
Chip off the block, since puffy socks in my Saucony
I touch stock, she suck cock
She dancing Secret Sundays and I'm 'bout to prey
I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope
She got that magical vaginal, let me hocus poke
Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream
She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king
(Soulo, Soulo, Soulo, Soulo) kiss the fucking ring ho
TDE we got the belt, hold it down if nothing else
And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt
Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr. Evil (zip it)
Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler
ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta
And I ain't never been a mothafuckin' lick
'less I'm right around the clit, druggys with hoes, O's and 4's

[Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes
I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes