ScHoolboy Q — 5 Fingers of Death Freestyle

[Part 1:] Jump up on my wee-wee Oh oh, go jump up on my wee-wee Fuck me on my ten speed Gangsta of the century Tell Rocky I want Iggy This niggas getting rail road Take yo' bitch ass to the nail shop Ring ring from the gun shots Brings her shoes back from the bailhop This year from the gun loving, shit firin' and the migos This here from the real lo' true Figg side gang deebo [-] I remember you, he was way aside being turned down In supermax getting supermax With your hip gold and your nose ground Hellbound I don't fuck 'round [ - ] my name on your building And I'm suicide to the children I speak crimes to the millions All night won't sound like Pitchfork, no website All night, what's this like [Part 2:] Look at his head splitted Nigga de-de-did it Booyah, lil nigga gon' make me go double digits Cause he murked up the block My magnun go outta lock My forty controlling your nina Still on the wigg shot When we had no pot to piss in We would implot the mission Took me right out the mission Tookie right out commission Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo Keep on [- -] bitches And snitches they gotta go Money, mo money, mo money Money, mo money Won't never stop Body's on top of body's Put bodys right under crops These are my country tails (Finger-(mumbling)-nials), hahahaa [Part 3:] Right off the top Sorry MTV but I got to drop I'm too damn ill Nigga's can't fuck me I popped two pills I'm off two xans, damn I'm the man Sway on the right, Heather B on the left Got a new hoodie, oh yes My nigga got the baldy and it's shining Oh you're shining, hehaha I'm outchea, tell your bitch to call me Baby where they did I go They calling me Ali-Greatest of all time [Part 4:] This shit that I be doing off the top so easy Fucking all hoes cause my dick too greasy Condom on my forehead, condom on my fist Oh, on my two fingers to Why Sway cause I don't trust that bitch Ey, eyes on low, buckethat to, yup Figgro Been crippin' busting niggas for a minutes too I didn't call you niggas, it's that nigga from menace Cause I'mma a menace, been doing this shit Five drunk Guiness, yah know what I'm sayin' All off the top, I don't give a fuck And I still ain't got a watch Ashy on my knuckles with a thousand dollar ring Thousand dollar shirt, Alexander McQueen [Part 5:] Man this shit ain't even live I don't know who did it But I'm sorry that I diss it, real life On SiriusXM, make you bitch to my BM That's your ex then, we out here sexting Oh, hahah, got the glasses on These 700, I be shittin' homes Nigga's can't fuck with me I'm still a rapper Don't cut me off Sway Don't, 'fore I get the gun clapping You know how I always get up on you and that same damn hat I been doing this shit for years, dog You need to switch that, take some notes from me Check me out, I get new buckets every week Every day, every month, shit you weak I'm back on you, I cuss on live TV, but fuck all you Yea, bring me out with all them other niggas over there