ScHoolboy Q - What They Want Lyrics
[Intro]This the shit that they need, tell me where are you fromDrop your pants to your knees, yeah, I got the codeine[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]Might pull up in my bucketThis nine holds a good dozenMight slide up in your cousinJust made a mill and still thuggin'Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot meSee, I hit the corner then spot him, got himCourt date, but I skipped the bailRather wig myself before I sit in jailNeed a gang of weed and a pint of leanGot a hat say Figg on my gangsta tipDon't trust no ho, I might sock the *****I'm apocalypse to your politicsMight cop the Phantom, get ghostI can pay your bills with this cokeNeed an extra band for this smokeI can see for miles with this scope, niggaGot an oxy-scribed to this dope dealerMisses Piggy want a piggybackRock cremation then called it crackI'mma keep on eating till my ankles fatSell that fix, throw it cross the mapPush my penis in between her lapPut my semen all down her throatTill Tito kilos come off that boat[Hook: Schoolboy Q]This the shit that they wantThis the shit that they need, tell me where are you from?Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital GThis the shit they gon' buyThis the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm highThis the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they wantThis the shit that they want (Tell 'em, tell 'em)[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]If you see my watch I might hit itIf you see my check I might hit itIf you see my house I might hit itThis the shit that they want, this the shit that they needThis the shit that's from meThis the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they wantThis the shit that they want[Verse: 2 Chainz]Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flowSpeeding through the yellow lightsShe want Versace belt like it's a mistletoeI put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella iceIf I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heightsAnd I'd be dodging the po' lightsWhen I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potentialWatch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in ChristiansAll gold on my Adventist, pull it down and she kiss itAll gold where my wrists is, God there's just no convincingJust because I got dreads don't get it twistedMoving my whip down the boulevardWord round town I was selling hardHard and I'm talking bout the yayoHit her on the floor and then I lay lowAmigos say ''que pasa'' with the pesosPromethazine codeine, caseloads (TRU!)And when I pull up to the valetYou know I got the strippers on payroll![Hook] + [Bridge][Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]100k in my trunk, keep that ***** with that dunkShe gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my dealShe gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hatThis that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climaxThis that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hardThis that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stopAnd just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in storesCome in kids, lock the door, knock knock knock, hit the floorNeed my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lotThis that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for realThis that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L'sLove my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killedAll them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the lootExpensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socksThis that make you *****block, this that make me pop shotThis that filthy convo, this that must be Figg Road[Hook] + [Bridge]
