SOPA (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Intro]

(Soulo taught me...)

See yea my nigga see

See yes this where sci-fi meets swag

Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony

Chip off the block, it's puffy socks in my Saucony

I touch stock, she suck cock

She dancing Secret Sundays and im bout to pray

I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope

She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke

Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream

She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king

(Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the fucking ring ho

TDE we got the belt, "hold it down if nothin else"

And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt

Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr.Evil

Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler

ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta

And I ain't never been a motherfucking lick 'less I'm right around the clit

Druggys wit' hoes, O's and 4's

[Hook x2]

I'm smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough

I said look back at me when you hit the pole

Swag's on mean, on them fucking hoes

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

Oh that's your bitch? Well bruh she on me

I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies

Got the block hot, 'cuz I sold it off

No I'm not Weezy, bitch I'm weezy from that chronic cough

Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard

Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here

Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down

How that sound I'm from the underground

They're gonna make me slang a pound

Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)

Bitch, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row)

This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell it

Inhale it, sip it, whatever

Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah

In interviews they always asking me about a list

Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks

Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket

Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to...

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q]

Soulo ho! Groovy Q!

I'm high as fuck, look at me too

Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch

Fendi on, I might throw a fit

Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon

Heard it through the grapevine

We got extra pills, lean and shrooms

Life for me is just weed and brews

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it)

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)