Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JoHn Muir, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
JoHn Muir |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Never had a mothafuckin' weed card |
| I’m down to flatline a nigga, never been soft |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y’all |
| Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off |
| I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah |
| Lookin' for the bitches with the ass |
| Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash |
| Three different pagers blowin' up because I’m crackin' |
| Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what’s happenin'? |
| O-orange laces, for my shoestrings |
| Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string |
| Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville |
| Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel |
| Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend |
| Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams |
| Tryna strike me out before I finish school |
| I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| We love, we go |
| We rise, we go |
| Our pride, we show |
| We love, we go |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off |
| Gang injunctions tell me where we can’t go |
| Shoot me in my back because my afro |
| Heard I got a stripe on my record then it’s true |
| Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew |
| I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I’m tryna shoot |
| I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? |
| I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? |
| I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I’m Groovy Q |
| Ain’t no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot |
| Pop a nigga on his mom’s porch, kill his brother too |
| Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school |
| Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu |
| Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm |
| On my nigga’s handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| We love, we go |
| We rise, we go |
| Our pride, we show |
| We love, we go |
| Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y’all |
| B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Bellin', bellin', bellin' |
| B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y’all |
| Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y’all |