Nightmare On Figg St.

ScHoolboy Q

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    (Ball so hard) what's 50 grand to a mothafucka like me
    Can you please remind me? Shit, I'll remind ya
    Put that steel behind ya, put five inside ya
    Better chill out with all that flossing partner
    (Ball so hard) you must be cray
    Leave 'em in the streets with his shoelaces
    Missing and socks up off his feet
    Pistol holding gonorrhea, nigga, skeet-skeet
    Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped

    Black hippy, tde, well, fuck it, nigga, let's four-peat
    A dope hoover dealer, uh, adhd
    Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack
    Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit, fuck crash
    Pimp hoes or wring ya bread, she love tracks
    Crack of dawn, figg get it, yeah we get it, yeah
    Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year
    Niggas better hope our star popping
    Before I start robbing the re-up with oxycontin

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    On figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it
    It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging
    On figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it
    Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year
    Figg get it, get it, figg get it, get it, get it, yeah
    Figg get it, get it, figg get it, get it, get it, yeah
    Figg get it, get it, figg get it, get it, get it, yeah
    (Ball so hard) you must be cray

    What's 50 grand to a mothafucka like you
    You still need a reminder? (yeah, I thought so)
    Shit, I'm loco, 38 brown had to call him coco
    Stick around the block boy, tell 'em go go
    Don't stop shooting 'til ya all red tho
    Yellow tape mothafucka shoulda yield ho
    Why you all tough for? See your thug ass later at the crossroads

    The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
    And if ya, rims spinning, your jaw dented
    I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kidding
    The end has come, so keep big weed and big lungs, big guns
    Brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues
    Murder searching, why even run one shot, he done
    Nigga you must got me confused
    Bitch, I'm from the groove on figg side making moves
    Drive to pussy more than I do to church
    No ac, but the heater work, murk!

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