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

Ugh, yo, yo
But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?
Ugh
Oh, just let it rock, ugh

I'm 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, Al, yo, hang on
My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent
Haha, yeah

Nigga, I slid through the AC vent with the seatbelt already on
I love this nigga, man, hang on
Ay, 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
Y'er'mean? (Drop that new shit)

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 what's 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?"
Y'er'mean? Quit asking me all that shit, goddamn!

I'm doing me, let the record reflect
Right? Y'er'mean?
Always speaking on me! "Oh, what's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry 'bout it, bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Matthew Hanley, Rodney J. Brown, Samuel Ahana
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