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[Hook]
Oh oh, luxury
Chidi ching ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh oh, collard greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh oh down with that shit
King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh oh down with the shit
This that this-that down with the shit

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Smoke this, drink this
Straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick
Yea I’m the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas
Smoke, shots out the liver
Faded, Vegas
Might sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, break it
High high for the winter
Drop it cop it
Eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast blast new beginnings
Lovely, (Pinky??) how not I remember
Fiending
Gimme gimme gimme some
Freak the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my link and spread your buns
Loose your denim, make it numb
Blow it baby, no Saddam
Icky icky icky
Fucking in the car service
Thank me for the car pool
Chromosome, part full
Prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco
Popping since the intro
You shopping from the window
Play my favorite tempo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up biatch
This yo' favorite song
Translation: Ven aqui, Mami, asi culo
Tu quiero coger mi huevos y papi molestes pero
Chuparse puto pendejo
Èl pinche cabron, let's get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand I fight like this
I am more than a man I'mma God
Bitch touche En garde
Tupe drop and the beat just pop
Under that tank top and bra
And when I say "Doo Doo Doo Doo!"
Bitch that be K. Dot
She want some more of this
I give her more of this, I owe her this
In fact I know she miss
The way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners
Drop a four on this, and focus
And slow it down
Alright let me blow this bitch
I'm famous I blame this on you
Cash in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse roof
Skyline the clearest
Watch it, your optics
Popping out you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the 105
Head with no power steering ah!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out ? have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiending uh
Faded faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the westside
Stick it up me southside (Icky icky icky)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Hook]

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