Schoolboy Q - What THey Want (short version) lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz] This the sh** that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Girl, I'm capital G [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Might pull up in my bucket, this nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin, just made a mil' and still thuggin' n***as banged on me, but they should've shot me See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him Court date, but I skipped the bail, rather wig myself before I sit in jail Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean, got a hat say Figg', on my gangsta tip Don't trust no ho, I might sock the b**h, I'm apocalypse, to your politics Might cop the Phantom, get ghost I can pay your bills with this coat Need an extra band for this smoke, I can see for miles with this scope, n***a Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer, Misses Piggy, want a piggyback Rock cremation, then called it crack, I'mma keep on eating, 'til my ankles fat Sell that fix, throw it cross the map, push my penis in between her lap Put my semen all down her throat,'til Tito kilos come off that boat [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] This the sh** that they want This the sh** that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the sh** they gon' buy This the sh** why I'm fly, this the sh** why I'm high This the sh** they gon' bump This the sh** that they want, this the sh** that they want [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q ] Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the sh** that they want This the sh** that they need, this the sh** that's from me This the sh** they gon' bump This the sh** that they want, this the sh** that they want [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Yeah, this that four n***as in a Regal flow Speeding through the yellow lights Treat my Versace belt, like it's a mistletoe I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice If I stand on my bank roll, n***a, (stand on my bank roll, n***a) I'd be scared of heights And I'd be dodging the police, when I was poor with no lights When I was poor with potential, watch my flow in four inches Oh Lord, she in Christians, all gold for my Adventist Pulled it down and she kissed it, all gold where my wrists is God'll judge, no conviction Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted Moving my whip down the boulevard Word round town, I was selling hard (Tell em) Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo Hit her on the floor and then I lay low (Damn) Amigos say "Que pasa with the pesos?" Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) And when I pull up to the valet, you know I got the strippers on payroll!