[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q] Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk! A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt" Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse