Schoolboy Q - JoHn Muir lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - JoHn Muir lyrics]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all never had a motherfuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all
I was thirteen with my motherfuckin' heat
Y'all nigga caught cases tryna take
Your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life
On the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icy chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers goin' up
Because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million
Ho, what's happenin'? Uh, yeah, ayy
O-orange laces for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her G-string
Ridin' in my motherfuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my motherfuckin' locs still
Fig' side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill
Our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til
I took my 52, ooh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all tryna get this motherfuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record
Then it's true cops effin' up my record
Never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah
I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at fourteen
What it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at fourteen
What it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah
I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob
Give me loot pop a nigga on his mom porch
Kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade
Nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the J's, blue
Chucks sick as flu, uh
Runnin' from the crash unit like
My name was State Farm
On my nigga handlebars tryna
Get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' st
Bellin', bellin'
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
B-Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
B-B-Bellin', bellin' through the
Motherfuckin' street
Bellin', b-bellin' through the
Motherfuckin' st bellin', bellin', bellin'
Bell-bellin' through the motherfuckin'
Street street street, street, street, y'all
Y'all never had a motherfuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all
I was thirteen with my motherfuckin' heat
Y'all nigga caught cases tryna take
Your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life
On the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icy chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers goin' up
Because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million
Ho, what's happenin'? Uh, yeah, ayy
O-orange laces for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her G-string
Ridin' in my motherfuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my motherfuckin' locs still
Fig' side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill
Our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til
I took my 52, ooh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all tryna get this motherfuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record
Then it's true cops effin' up my record
Never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah
I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at fourteen
What it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at fourteen
What it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah
I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob
Give me loot pop a nigga on his mom porch
Kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade
Nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the J's, blue
Chucks sick as flu, uh
Runnin' from the crash unit like
My name was State Farm
On my nigga handlebars tryna
Get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
Y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' st
Bellin', bellin'
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
B-Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street
B-B-Bellin', bellin' through the
Motherfuckin' street
Bellin', b-bellin' through the
Motherfuckin' st bellin', bellin', bellin'
Bell-bellin' through the motherfuckin'
Street street street, street, street, y'all