Schoolboy Q - Yeern 101 Lyrics

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Yeern 101 Lyrics Schoolboy Q

Like damn wap, how get a bitch like yeern

I'ma drop top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn

Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned

I'ma get it right now, ain't waitin' no turn

Got a brand new house, tryna avoid her

'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church

Heard his hood got whacked, and the set went turn

Got a four-eight-eight in the glide like Curt

I've been livin' off golf for the last few deals

When the night check came and I still got chills

Hit a 2K lick and I ain't even go broke

Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat

Call me Ice Cube baby, when they sit on my chain

Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name

On the twenty-three tour and I'm goin' no brain

Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my thumb got stained

I'm a nigga out here, everything come free

I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me

Put your money in the set a nigga dyin' in the streets

Alley hoopinh, now he ridin' on fleek

Got a porch light skin and the ceilin' got peeled

I was twenty plus year when this shit got real

Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field

Made a livin' off gang, you should get it on film

I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time

Girl, what you put in your mind, I ain't givin' you a sign

Truth, but that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine

Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin'

Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' twenty on a nine

Nigga how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin'

Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird

Fuck it, I'ma get it off first, from the way you ain't surf

You bitch niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed

Boy done made it all worse, woke up, lookin' like "Word?"

One-fifty layout my shirts, twenty layout my teeth

Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach

I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots

Fo'-fifty-four, I'ma keep it on stock

Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks

Figg side nigga tell me what I ain't got

Made it right now where I got it back then

Number one stunner with the love of my

Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly

With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so- (Blue)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh

(Shoo)

I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed

Now you in a broad purse when you goin' outside

Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rat

Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get it back

Got a gray double R and it need both lanes

Got a dime to his name, but he all gang-gang

But he all on my dick, and I find that strange

Keep playin' with the fire, but his ass get burned

Bet your boy got split when the light got turned

Got his head all cracked, but the boy won't learn

Big racked up shawty when the block gets served

Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work

Got the butterfly doors and they fly like bird

And I love my bitch, but I ain't them nerd

Like damn wop, how get a bitch like yeern

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