Twelve* - ScHoolboy Q ft. Childish Major

And let a first class nigga break you off chick

Uh, I was fresh up off some pussy, extra large, bitch
Got a call about some money, gotta ball, bitch
Grab a Rolex off the counter, glow the dark, bitch
I'm the nigga in my section, I'm a God, bitch
5:12 in the morning, same time I hit the dope
Got my pistol in my pocket, gotta cock it 'fore I go
Bitch I'm named after a pimp, I need a statue on Figueroa
Had to jump out my Ferarri, move it fast, that bitch dope
Now it's nine o'clock, I had get my other hoe
Had to switch another whip, had to grab another clip (Ah)
Now my navi' got me in these hoods, I wasn't 'posed to hit
I ain't stopping at no store because my tattoo say it's Crip
Now it's twelve o'clock, I got pulled over by the feds
Slip my burner to my bitch, oh bitch, we 'bout to both be dead
Put this gun between your ass, put this dope behind your dreads
I ain't talkin' 'bout my partners, I ain't talkin' 'bout my kid
Three in the mornin', now I'm back in the streets
Hit my new bitch, but that pussy was weak (Garbage)
Headed to the mansion, had to call me a freak
Panties at the doe, she let me fuck 'cause I'm me, oh yeah

Get out, get out
I'll explain to you second, get out
Get out of the car!
He's refusing to get out of the car
Put your ******* hands up!
Put your ******* hands up!
I need units [?]
Don't ******* move! Don't ******* move!
Stay where you're at (Okay) Stay where you're at
I need more units (Can I get out? He's driving, can I get out?)
Get out, get out
What are you people?
Uh
He said he's got a gun

Yeah, ay, ay
Yeah
We're all on the same team, fuck it
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Left, uh, left, uh, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
Ain't no right, ay
Left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left (Suu)
It's on sight, uh

Yeah, quiet down, ay, ay
Not a sound, ay, ay
Pick it down, ay, ay
Pickin' up, ay, ay, off a high, ay, ay
Off the highway, ay, ay
Piggy driveway, ay
Since grandma thirteen, had to have a job, ay
Since I was thirteen couldn't get a job, ay
Big piggy, pig feet, oinkin' in your driveway
Big blue, piggy drew bankin' in your driveway

Face down, case down
Where they at? Riot now
Red strings, blue strings, what we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do?

Throw my hat back, bitch
You's a punk-rock bitch
Give me FaceTime, bitch
We the clack-clack clique
In some drop-top shit
We gon' bounce out quick
We gon' slide like this
How do Babe Ruth miss? Bitch, I—
Uh, yeah, ay, bitch, I caught a pig, ay
Fuck 'em cop lights, ay
Fuck that yellow tape, ay
Spin your block, uh-oh
Quiet down, bitch, it's Groovy, set it down
Got a drummer, hundred round
We gon', uh, hit a sound, uh
Who them niggas is, loc?
Bring them bitches in, hoe
Bitch, I'm really M, hoe
Watch your bottom, benzo
Smash a bih' in her Enzo
You the people's elbow
Crème de la crème, hoe (Uh)
Yeah, punk-rock bitch
We gon' slide-slide, bitch
You's a homicide bitch
I'm on Crip time, bitch
Now it's your time, bitch
Shootin' through that vest, bitch
You need more than thumb prints, bitch

Left, uh, left, uh, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
Ain't no right, ay
Left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
It's on sight, ay

Face down, case down
Where they at? Riot now
Red strigns, blue strings, what we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do?