ScHoolboy Q Yeern 101

Like damn, Wop, how I get a bitch like yeern? I'm a drop-top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn Wanna live like Wop, but the stripes ain't earned I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn Got a brand new house, tryna avoid my hurt 'Bout six point somethin' and it feel like church Heard the hood got whack and the set went turn Got a 488 and it glide like Kurt I've been livin' off golf from the last few deals When the Nike check came, man, I still got chills Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro Got a boss outlet, now I'm smellin' like goat Call me Ice Cube baby, way they sit on my chain Heard a lame-ass nigga tryna play with my name When I'm twenty-three to it and I'm goin' no brain Goin' dumb with these hundreds and my thumb got stained I'm a nigga out here, everything come free I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me Put the money in a set, a nigga die in them streets Threw the boy alley oop, now he ridin' on fleek (Suu) Got a Porsche light skin and the ceilin' got peeled I was twenty plus young when this shit got real Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time Girl, what you put in your mind? I ain't diggin' your sign Truth or that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin' Talk like he Tony Hawk grind, throwin' twenty on nine Nigga how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin' Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird Fuck it, I'ma get it off first, find a wave you ain't surf You bitch-niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed Boy done made it all worse, woke up lookin' like work One-fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots Four-fifty for it, I'ma keep it on stock Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks Fig-side nigga, tell me what I ain't got Get it right now way I got it back then Number one stunna about the level Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly (Brr, ay) With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so– (Blue) (Suu) Uh (Su, su, su) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, uh (Suu) When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed Now you in a broad purse, boy, you goin' out sad Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rash Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag Got a gray double R and it need both lanes Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang-gang Boy, you all on my dick and I find that strange Keep playin' with the fire, bet his ass get burned Heard your boy got spent when the light got turned Got his head all cracked, man, the boy won't learn Big racked up shawty way the block gets served Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work Got the butterfly doors and it fly like bird Bet I love my bitch, but I ain't them nerds Like damn, Wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?