[Verse 1]
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Gunpowder on my fingertips
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Cocaine under my fingernails
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Look, mama, what Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
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Ain't got no vest, protected by these shells
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Kill or be killed, lift up souls, we raising Hell
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Ungh – two for his back bring failure to his lungs
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Knock-knock-knock-knock your Velvet Rum
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Might burn your heart, this pistol'll fill your tum'
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Ungh… ungh… dope dealer, dope nigga
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Got the stash in the rental takin' blunts to the mental
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Fuck y'all, go get ‘em – bang ‘em all
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Ball and ball, money tall, park the Saab, I want it all
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I want that crib and I want that yard
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I want that broad and I want that car
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I'll pull your card for frontin' like you hard
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You be in deep shit from this pistol…
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His heart racing, my heart's not
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Shift his top, hold that thought
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Wave my flag, bitch stop
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You forgot, I hit ‘em up… yeah
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[Hook]
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Ungh… boy, I hit ‘em up…
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Ungh, motherfucker, I hit ‘em up…
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Ungh… I say, nigga, I hit ‘em up..
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[Verse 2]
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They come to me to learn shit they can't learn in church
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Like get him ‘fore he get you first
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Jump out with J-O-B, 'bout to put in work (work… yeah)
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Have a seat, this bullet rip your shirt
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Ain't nothing sweet, you'll see a star burst
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I keep orange laces in my Converse
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Off house arrest, now hear this converse
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I keep my pistol on my hip, usually that rubber grip
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Don't have a half a clue, them boxes for hollow tips
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I've got more Oxy than a pharmacy
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Also, I keep action clips, when I move E
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Yeah, I swear to God won't find a nigga like him
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I greet ‘em, pop ‘em, then I As-salamu alaykum ‘em
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Heaven or Hell your only ultimatum
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Hit a pussy through his lip ring, my niggas murder
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No attempting – got blasted
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‘Nother dropped on his ass, placed up in that body bag
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Toe tag, I hit ‘em up!
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[Hook]
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Hit Em Up
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| Schoolboy Q |
