Schoolboy Q - There He Go lyrics

[Verse 1] Ain't got no j**elry on, still I'm shining hard Ain't got no bodyguard, walking solo through the mall b**hes and the hoes know they see me they like, "There he go!" They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" Chiefing like a mothaf**in' Seminole Here we go, off probation probably go to Mehico Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this sh** ain't for the low Got my daughter swagging like her mothaf**in' daddy though The patio, what a mothaf**in' view Nappy chin hairs, b**h, I'm mothaf**in' Q Uhh, mothaf**a, mothaf**a, yeah f**ing is my favorite word, reason why I'm f**ing her She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur Purr, I love that kitty cat Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid n***a try sneaking up on me and I'm making noise But what I failed to understand, I'm the mothaf**in' man Ran into him, he's a fan, goddamn [Hook] I'm shining hard, they be like, "There he go!" No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!" Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!" They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" HiiiPower, b**h, they be like, "There he go!" Black Hippy sh**, they be like, "There he go!" Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!" They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" [Verse 2] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it be this n***a here just looking at you lames With my n***as, yo, we betting on the Laker game Even though my n***as lost, another iTunes check done came Garcia Vegas, yeah, that b**h be burning slow Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go Uh, for sure, ain't no need for n***as out here fronting doe Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't f**ing know Y'all acting like that TDE don't run LA Coast ain't been this hard since Pac, d**h Row and Dr. Dre Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder sh** Without a gun or knife, it's just a f**ing hit p**y drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a f**ing pimp Sagging low, crack a n***a b**h just like pistachio [Hook]