[Intro]

Yea, yea, yea

Uh, uh... yo, yo

[Chorus schoolboy q]

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, down with that shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye

Oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, pop this down with the shit

[Schoolboy q]

Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver

Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga

Gang rap, x-mas, smoke, shots out the liver

Faded, vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit

Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object

Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings

Lovely, pinky how not I remember

Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some

Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue

Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb

Blow it baby, no saddam (icky, icky, icky)

Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a norco

And gas, not the arco, poppin' since the intro

You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo

[Chorus]

[Kendrick lamar]

Hold up, biatch! this your favorite song

Translation ven aquí mami, ese culo

Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero

Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let's get it

Nights like this I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this

I am more than a man, I'm a god bitch, touche, en garde

Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra

And when I say "doo doo doo doo!" bitch, that be k. dot

She want some more of this - I give her more of this, I owe her this

In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis

I know my houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus

And slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch

I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest

Watch it, your optics, poppin' out, you look the weirdest

Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah!

[Chorus]

[Schoolboy q]

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker

Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'

Uh, faded faded faded right

Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight

Meet me at the w, and no it's not the westside

Stick it up your southside (icky icky icky)

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving q

We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Oh, oh, oh