[Part I]

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)
Su-su-su
I'ma stack my O's like Ohio
Lookin' at your life, that's a long, "No"
Lookin' at my life, think he Pablo
Y'all poor
Ya (Shady)
Shady (Shady)
Yeah, bitch, come on
I been workin' hard all night
Put that one thing on, throw that one dress on, for me
All these fuckin' ideas, dreams

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]
Gotta catch up to my levels
Try to stay black, young fellow
Almost died twice, but let's get it
Got a AmEx with no limits
Gettin' head in Paris, that's different
I done hit the world with my Crippin' (Ayy)
I done leveled up my livin' (Yeah)
I ain't dancin' 'round in no skillet
Are you prostitutin', need pimpin'? (Uh)
We can find the truth through your children
[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]
Suu (Ooh)
Ah, suu
Bang, chalkin'
Chalk it up, chalkin' (Yeah)
Su

[Part II]

[Segue: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, yeah (Su), yeah, yeah (Su, su)
Yeah (Su, su), yeah, yeah

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go (Go, hey)
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go (Suu)

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]
Got me a Rollie, my roots in the soil
Downin' a bottle, my President gold
Dance in the pussy and cum in her throat
Sippin' the clear when I open the door
Come get a halo or get on the floor (Bang)
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go
Been through your hood, I done seen it before
'Member me? I done came through in a Ghost (Sheesh)
Married the thing I considered a, "No"
Nosy as hell, she irritable
Throw ten on that thing, I be doin' the most
Ski in the desert or ski in the snow
Ski in the desert or ski in the score
Fuck do you mean? It's a hook right here
Fuck do you mean? I could skate right here
Fuck do you mean? I could play right here
Be with the brothers or be with the Locs
Somethin' is funny, you must be the joke
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go
Time to get money, let's get it and go
N***a, your bitch got a negative ass
N***a, you lame, better stay in the past
Tried them before I'ma do it again
You rap n***as be kickin' at shins
You holler at the moon while watchin' it bloom
Bitch-ass n***a, done spark the fuse (Boy)
Bitch-ass n***a done payin' to lose (Boy)
Rich-ass n***a, might change the move (Boy)
Found out, n***a, you breakin' news (Boy)
Damn near fifty, got shit to prove (Boy)
Old-ass n***a done turned a fool (Boy)
Hell, nah, boy, don't fuck with you (Boy)
How you gangsta and gullible? (Boy)
Bitch, you a ho, you eligible
Ahahahaha
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, n***a, you pussy, you know where to go
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go
N***a, you pussy, you know where to go

[Part III]

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Look
That's fire, that's gas, man
Hahahahahah
Ayy, that's game, that's game
That's game
That's game, that's game
That's game, that's game, cuz

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, how much more I gotta prove? How much more I gotta lose?
I was just a kid starin' at the ceilin', now stars on the roof
Now, saltwater slide pools, DRC's not booze
Since a kid, made moves, who the big homie now? Wow (Style)
Trew the nose on the clown, ain't no hoes in the crowd
Not a real one around, who gon' help when you drown?
Know he lost, but he brave, but a loss what he gave
Kinda off and it's strange, how you deal with the fame?
Stayed away from the lames, thank God for today
I'm back in love and it's great, still a whole lot of s—
Time to turn shit down, turn me up then, bitch
Run it up then, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Hella hoes like Prince (Yeah, yeah)
Now, the gang got rich (Yeah, yeah)
Time to shut shit down (Down, down, ooh, ow, wow)
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, turn me up then, bitch, run it up then, bitch
Hella hoes like Rick, James
N***as comin' for the crown (Crown, crown)
Time to shut shit down
Time to shut shit down, Chevy pedal to the ground
Everybody wanna try to kill the Rabbit, now, you lackin', n***a, now
Dustball n***as bitin' n***a's style (Style)
So, I gotta keep switchin' up, ten plus, runnin' millions up
I done locked like fifty-seven bitches up
Figure fuck it, fuck it
A hundred million tears in the bucket
Set of sisters, got 'em suckin', fuckin'
Minnesota twins, n***a, Kirby Puckett
Bumpin' H-Town, part time lover or knockin' the boots in a droptop coupe
Hoes fuckin' for the clout, not the loot (Yeah)
Smack a n***a in his mouth for the loot
If I ever see that pussy n***a Akademiks, I'ma catch another lawsuit (Hahaha), huh

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
A hundred million tears in a bucket (Yeah)
Send a hitter take it out the budget
You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it (Fuck it)
A hundred million tears in a bucket
Send a hitter take it out the budget
You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Big Rabbit
Kane