ScHoolboy Q - Los Awesome Lyrics
[Hook]I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with youPants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with youTriggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with youHot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with youChilling cool-cool with youHot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with youChilling cool-cool with youPants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you[Verse 1]Groovy nigga, jumped off of the pegForced by my third legPlead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of CripsBarbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shitIt ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licksGet NUT up out the *****, gangbanging, ***** a cliqueYup, I'm looking for a scrapSee, my cripping done spread around the worldWell, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer[Bridge]Looking like the reaper in your drivewayStraight spoon your living roomLiable to drive-by on a summer dayJuly 4th will be in JuneBlock ten block ten block ten bla ba bumThe sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods knowBlock ten block ten block ten bla ba bumThe sound that the drums seen[Hook][Verse 2]Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleenShells through a nigga [?]Stop a dream in its tracks beam downLittle boy now, dream little boy, dreamCoke go in the pot, arm and hammer bodyA$AP.Rocky, want it I could get itOnion in my pocket like the booty on a midgetDiamond on my rollie keep a nigga [?] frigidLooking at the time, been winning for a minuteSee my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?Seen the souls long gone before I got themHe was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper[Bridge] + [Hook][Bridge]Tell me more about it in the gutterWhere it started with the crippingBlue on campus know it happenedTell me more about it in the gutterWhere it started with the crippingThen the bloods done got it braccing (Suwoo!)[Verse 3: Jay Rock]I'm just an Eastside niggaWhere them niggas say "Show you what it be like, nigga"Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, niggaFollow me, I can show you what these streets like, niggaHandle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty wingsSpend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spinsToe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all goodTell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?We never heard of ya, walking with the murderersNiggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglarSeen the souls long gone before I got themHe was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper[His & Her Friend Interlude]
