ScHoolboy Q — Dope Shit

[Intro: DJ Ill Will] Once again, DJ Ill Will You already know what it is Getting this dope shit right now, featuring Jay Rock Y'all know you've been waiting on this Come on (DJ Ill Will) [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Wake up in the morning, got the tool on deck, check (Check) Before I hit the door, cock it for an exit, joke Baking soda, olive oil, Arm and Hammer, no tanner Listen to the rules of the game, nigga I will advance you Pound this shit like a pamper Why you hate? Why you fake? Rims on the saucer plate, hustling across the states Be careful how you chop your eighth It's crazy how them rocks will break Mix your dimes with your shake That extra shit, they love to taste Fiends say your shit was great You see that nigga, pinch his face Have a seizure by the gate We call that shit the Harlem Shake Constantly, we get the cake Three through eight, we graduate Graduate, congratulate Hit them all and buy the place Keep the chopper by your waist And savers, yeah, they love to hate So we must exterminate Every hater, terminate Hustlers, yeah, we earn the cake Jacking like we masturbate Nigga, I'll blast your face Duck it when the chopper says (Huh) [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit [Verse 2: Jay Rock] This that dope shit I'm on that dope shit That dope shit, everytime I flow spit My dope shit Nah, my dope is catastrophic when I rock it up Fiends steady popping up Narcs steady watching us So we got to shut it down Put the chickens in the coupe and move them to another town Call up my bottom bitch, my ride-or-die, bottom bitch Oh yeah, she 'bout it bitch, trafficking a lot of bricks I'm like T.I., don't have to buy a lot of clips Bitch ass niggas mad, love to talk a lot of shit When your money right, here come them haters The more they hate ya, that's more paper Mo' paper, bitches catching mo' vapors Back then we was on 'em, but let them hoes chase us I see they heart jumping out of they chest If a trait, then the hollows jumping out of the tech Then that's case closed, we change clothes on every part We so smart, getting caught is not our repertoire I'm still with it, yeah, I'm still with it Domain in the kitchen, I'll whip you up a meal, chicken Dope shit [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit Oh, getting money off that dope shit, dope shit Eight to a seven, halfing that whole shit, whole shit