Schoolboy Q - 5 Fingers of d**h (Freestyle) lyrics

[Part 1:] Jump up on my wee-wee Oh oh, go jump up on my wee-wee f** me on my ten speed Gangsta of the century Tell Rocky I want Iggy This n***as getting rail road Take yo' b**h a** to the nail shop Ring ring from the gun shots Brings her shoes back from the bailhop This year from the gun loving, sh** firin' and the migos This here from the real lo' true Figg side gang deebo [-] I remember you, he was way aside being turned down In supermax getting supermax With your hip gold and your nose ground Hellbound I don't f** 'round [ - ] my name on your building And I'm suicide to the children I speak crimes to the millions All night won't sound like Pitchfork, no website All night, what's this like [Part 2:] Look at this here spitting n***a de-de-did it Booyah, lil n***a gon' make me go double digits Cause he murked up the block My magnun go outta lock My forty controlling your nina Still on the wigg shot When we had no pot to piss in We would implot the mission Took me right out the mission Took me right out commision Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo Keep on [- -] b**hes And snitches they gotta go Money, mo money, mo money Money, mo money Won't never stop Body's on top of body's Put bodys right under crops These are my country tails (Finger-(mumbling)-nials), hahahaa [Part 3:] Right off the top Sorry MTV but I got to drop I'm too damn ill n***a's can't f** me I popped two pills I'm off two xans, damn I'm the man Sway on the right, Heather B on the left Got a new hoodie, oh yes My n***a got the baldy and it's shining Oh you're shining, hehaha I'm outchea, tell your b**h to call me Baby where they did I go They calling me Ali-Greatest of all time [Part 4:] This sh** that I be doing off the top so easy f**ing all hoes cause my dick too greasy Condom on my forehead, condom on my fist Oh, on my two fingers to Why Sway cause I don't trust that b**h Ey, eyes on low, buckethat to, yup Figgro Been crippin' busting n***as for a minutes too I didn't call you n***as, it's that n***a from menace Cause I'mma a menace, been doing this sh** Five drunk Guiness, yah know what I'm sayin' All off the top, I don't give a f** And I still ain't got a watch Ashy on my knuckles with a thousand dollar ring Thousand dollar shirt, Alexander McQueen [Part 5:] Man this sh** ain't even live I don't know who did it But I'm sorry that I diss it, real life On Sirious XM, make you b**h to my BM That's your ex then, we out here s**ting Oh, hahah, got the gla**es on These 700, I be sh**tin' homes n***a's can't f** with me I'm still a rapper Don't k** me y'all Sway Don't, 'fore I get the gun clapping You know how I always get up on you and that same damn hat I been doing this sh** for year dawgs You need to switch that, take some notes from me Check me out, I get new buckets every month, every week, yea you weak I'm back on you, I cuss on live TV, but f** all you Bring me out with all them other n***as over there