Schoolboy Q - Los Awesome lyrics

(feat. Jay Rock) [Hook] I'm a groovy type n***a, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather g**n with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my g**n with you [Verse 1] Groovy n***a, jumped off of the peg Forced by my third leg Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the sh** It ain't much up on our list, shoot the k**er and hit the licks Get NUT up out the b**h, g**ning, f** a clique Yup, I'm looking for a scrap See, my cripping done spread around the world Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer [Bridge] Looking like the reaper in your driveway Strays through your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound that the drums seen [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't make me put a lean to a n***a spleen Shells through a n***a (bariiing-riing-riiing) Stop a dream in its tracks beam down Little boy now, dream little boy, dream Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget Diamond on my rollie teach a n***a how to fridge it Looking at the time, been winning for a minute See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem? Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper [Bridge] [Hook] [Bridge] Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Blue on campus know it happened Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!) [Verse 3: Jay Rock] I'm just an Eastside n***a Where them n***as say "Show you what it be like, n***a" Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, n***a Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, n***a Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good Tell n***as tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers n***as that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper [His & Her Friend Interlude]