Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck LA, artist - ScHoolboy Q.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck LA |
Pussy lips, Contraband’s for chips, sold all kinds of shit |
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips |
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades |
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch I am LA! |
Gimme bucks, might show up in tux |
Got my millions up, nigga what? |
Spanish ho in cut, she supreme deluxe |
Asian broads eat Caucasian broads, guess I’m dipped in sauce |
Link up fool, gunplay pika-boo, guess who tagging you? |
Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit |
We-we-wet em all, cannonball |
Swipe my debit card, fly from here to Mars |
Nigga what? |
Got my millions up |
F-f-f-f fuck you mean? |
We stacking green |
Stacking stacks of green, flip them, trampoline |
Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, fuck the jury too |
Bang the set, rep my 52, young hog down to shoot |
I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, bitch, get left with Pac |
My Biggie knock, he won’t know who shot, fearing down the block |
Or serve this work? |
Lay back close the curt, pop my collar first |
And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze |
My heater heat, still I’m high off weed, bitch thats high degrees! |
I money make, AM out of state, call that wake and bake |
Bring cookie sheets, dope boys on the beat, well known in the streets |
I’m crip for real, way before the deal, had them Oxy pills |
In act we sell, straight from Murderville, yeah we served a lot |
Left days on blocks, got them tens in socks, nah nah not talking shoes |
I’m talking rocks, had the dopest spots, look out for the cops |
My mini-me, snatch the dope and flee, guess thats how it be when you OG |
He said he lived through me, but (sss) I’m stacking mills |
I’m speaking real, shock the world for real |
Pull up in that ill! |