Wallpaper - The Illest (ScHoolboy Q Remix) lyrics

We be the illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here We so motherf**in' ill We so motherf**in' ill Ill, motherf**er, ill We so motherf**in' ill Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way Got an email from my K-Town chick that wanna hook up and blaze I've got OG cannabis, girl, one puff will put you in your grave Got three pills and four jimmy hats 'cause we don't Kid n Play Hop out, yo, guess who's gettin' drunk? No motherf**ers can out drink us If you're tipping that heat, don't get drowned So cold, polar bears on my nuts Y'all know just who we be I hold it down for the East 'Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin Yellow tinted on zebras Dripping on your couches Dripping on your couches Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing If you're feelin' ill, then damn, you ill Be the illest on the thousand We be the illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here Illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here We so motherf**in' ill Nice chain, what a nice night My ice bright, I play the wall like a night light Tangerine, tambourine from the West Wing The best thing about my room, Versace bed springs I'm in the building, more gold than Rumpelstiltskin Aw sh**, look who it is, the white Russell Simmons Jody Highroller, Far East Movement We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid Dripping on your couches Dripping on your couches Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing If you're feelin' ill, then damn, you ill Be the illest on the thousand We be the illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here Illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here We so motherf**in' ill We so motherf**in' ill Ill, motherf**er, ill We so motherf**in' ill I is for the way these b**hes love how I bang And double L is for the way I blow the smoke in your face We roll on Es and we be easy rollin' that bank And ST is for the illest sh** we rep every day