Lyrics:
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on,
like q tip or speaker
Runnin so much that i scuffed my sneaker
You drink to feel good and I spit my ether
I lost my pops
I seen a butterfly while kickin
Roll a doobie and then spit like this
Saw some boobies they don't drip like this
Saw this booty and it looked like tits
Got a Q-Tip for you
Y'all don't
to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place
Not the Cunningham family from happy days
Not the boys
love red-bottom and gold they say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love french tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that
get stomped in
The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach
Boy, you out of reach
This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock
Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not
This a freestyle
God knows when clocks stops
We be kindling his anger
But he still shows love from the cross red blood drops
The price of your sin equals death
buy anything off the lot
This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real
This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's
She love
than a cocaine binger
And now I got no 9 to 5 and still labor days flicker
And now I got a 9mm Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger
See, I really don't
on a creep tip
But now I'm no longer at the crib
Because of some
Strange
Last night I stayed by myself
Cause of some
Strange
Cause I sho didn't feel like
lie in some shit
I'd rather stick a Q-tip up in the eye of my dick
Before I'm labeled as unfaithful and unable to be trusted
Now this friendship isn't
Locked inside this damn aquarium
Surrounded by pads ultimate Tepidarium
I can see you staring through the glass
Crack a smile send a wink and tip my
Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game rollin' a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill
don’t want no smoke
These hallow tips will make a nigguh catch the Holy Ghost
So
Nigguhz don’t wanna see my 40 smoke
Cause I’ll lay a nigguh down by his
listen grab a q-tip
DJ unk with a choppa make ya two step
She a bird I'm just searching for that goose neck
That's a shooting foul he got caught with 2
talkin' 'bout clubs
Talkin' 'bout all the hoes that show them love
Tellin' you how much they a fuckin' thug
So sick of this shit
It all fuckin' sucks (Yup)
the same
Tip toeing I'm tryna get away from you
Girl ya love is so toxic I know it's true
Yo body so contagious and that's a mood
But we ain't for each
your girlfriend
[Verse 1: bo q]
Here there q-tip? ha whats the deal?
Had to let you know how I feel,
Had a bunch of girls, but I'ma keep it real,
motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice
And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will
And I'll catch the vibe that we can't forget
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain
And I know its irrational but Im gonna love you anyway"
Sometimes we just sit around, don't say much, and I know that she's got my back
She got no
freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
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