Schoolboy Q - WHat's tHa Word lyrics

Uh, go hard for the squad like, bam! Spray with a stain on it (sh**) Flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle Acting hyena, black ninas Uh, it's young n***as heating up Phoenix Top Dawg familiar, crept with a Dillinger in my fifth pocket, chump n***as stop it Say you pressing who? f** around and get a tattoo Have me dumping out the sunroof Consequences you done ran through Caught his a** slipping looking pretty in them sandals Keep the gangster to the streets, you know the sh** was handled Ten speed, handle bar sh**, Astro fit Hopped off with a message in a clip Inbox read (third verse), hitting till the third I'll be back up on the curb, what's the word, word, word, word, word? We continue to bring you nothing but that true gang- -ster sh** you can move to, groove to, ooooh (What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?) We continue to bring you nothing but that true sh**, G sh** Never had much, always had heart Always had guts, I don't give a f** I ride like a bus, heavy with my flows while my n***as in the spot, heavy with the blow Plenty n***as broke, plenty homicides Plenty mommas cry, yeah we wonder why Stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws Four-five n***as riding five deep in the car Choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front Catch a n***a slipping, then we taking what we want Gang affiliated, a lot of n***as hating cause a n***a red, steady beaming like a laser Product of my environment, can't help where I came from Watts, California where a n***a got his game from Name from, what it do? Go ahead and blaze one Be patient my n***a, we gon' ball when the day come Disrespect the click, then I guess we gotta take one Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something I guess we gotta shake something Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something So what's the word? We continue to bring you nothing but that true gang- -ster sh** you can move to, groove to, ooooh (What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?) We continue to bring you nothing but that true sh**, G sh** Uh, young 50, raw central kid Macks near f**ing lose your lip Probably see me on Figg, 81 bus stop Liquor stores and, hooker who*es and, needle poison Uh, everybody crooked Lights out, shooting ranges, sh** is dangerous Keep your shoes tied motherf**er sh**, it gets live motherf**er, sh**'s real Get your a** trampled in the field Youngin, should have let your muscle build Broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence Just another n***a tatted up upon my abdomen Y'all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions Have my sh** bumping Mid-central and Wayside stay jumping, we riding out Middle finger, f** the law, shoot they momma's house, hahah That's the word We continue to bring you nothing but that true gang- -ster sh** you can move to, groove to, ooooh (What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?) We continue to bring you nothing but that true sh**, G sh** G sh** G sh** G sh** We continue to bring you