W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

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Ugh, yo, yo
 But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?
 Ugh
 Oh, just let it rock, ugh
 Tryna figure out, mayne
 How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player? Y'er'mean?
 Woke up, didn't even brush my teeth, it's the motion, nigga
 Went to the garage, said, "Eenie-miney-mo"
 Opened the garage
 Jumped in that bitch, started it
 Put that bitch in reverse, ugh!
 Forgot to close the gate and I forgot
 To drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on
 You feel me?
 Hit the freeway, I'm doin', like, 80
 Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind
 And all of a sudden... ay, yo hang on
 Hahaha
 My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent
 Haha, yeah
 Nigga, slid through the AC vent with the seatbelt already on
 I love this nigga, man, hang on
 Ayy, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
 Nigga hit me up like, "'Member that shit, Alc'?"
 Niggas like
 "Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"
 Guess what, nigga? I dropped this!
 Between my life, my fame, my body, my daughter
 Be happy, I'm focused
 Stay on that flight like tourists
 Runnin' them lights, no purist
 Me and this hood here furious, oh
 "But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
 Come on, my nigga
 You see what I'm doing here take time
 Could've came with the same rhymes
 Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick
 Stand on that same block, ugh
 Screaming them same "YAWK!"s
 Get a feature from K.Dot
 Put me under that same box, too talented for it
 The rings, the chains, the Porsche
 Credibly crippin', the first to do it
 The bridge, the verse, the chorus, owh
 "But when you gon' drop that new shit?"
 Stop it, lil' nigga, I does this
 Sensei in these studio dungeons
 Two years, lost four of my cousins
 Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us
 But tell me this weed is scented
 Shout out my life for living
 Sold me them lies on Christmas
 Told me I live in Los Angeles
 But need a green card for Latins
 So-called "terrorists" attacking
 And Trump could actually happen
 Damn, hang on
 "But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
 I'm done with your stupid ass, cuh
 I hate your voice too
 Get away from me, cuh
 You ain't even hear what the fuck I'm saying, my nigga
 Niggas... Niggas been waiting something
 Been waiting for something since 2012
 You niggas so stupid, I already dropped
 Get two of them thangs
 (Drop that new shit)
 Y'er'mean?
 Niggas always talkin' bout this ol' pimping shit right here
 I'm the one that they gon let the record reflect, y'er'mean?
 Motherfuckers always asking me "What's up with Q?"
 Man i don't know whats up with that African, y'er'mean?
 That's just my partner, y'er'mean? Shit
 Always asking me "When he gonna drop something?"
 "When he gonna do another video?"
 Quit asking me all that shit, goddamn!
 I'm doing me, let the record reflect
 Right? Y'er'mean?
 Always speaking on me! "Ohh, what's up with that nigga"
 Don't worry 'bout it, bitch!
 

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Duration
03:45
Tempo
68 BPM

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