Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock - Los Awesome lyrics

I'm a groovy type nigga
Rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging
Rather gangbang 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 gangbang with you

Groovy nigga, jumped up off of the peg
4th by my 3rd leg, plead the 5th
No Ls, no whips, backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list
Shoot the killer and hit the licks
Get EBT up out the bitch, gangbanging
Fuck a clique yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my Cripping done spread around the world
Put his top below his bottom, it's the reaper

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
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that
Crips and Bloods know
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing

I'm a groovy type nigga
Rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging
Rather gangbang 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 gangbang with you

Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen
Shells through a nigga
Pariiing, Peedi Crack, riiing
Stop a dream in it's 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 nigga how to fridge it
Looking at the times
They 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

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
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that
Crips and Bloods know
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing

I'm a groovy type nigga
Rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging
Rather gangbang 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 gangbang with you

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) I'm just a Eastside nigga
William Nickerson, show you what it be like
Nigga
Lit 'em up, light 'em up like a street light
Nigga follow me, I can show you
What these streets like, nigga
Handle bars of a Schwinn
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 niggas tee off like Tiger Woods
Where you from? We never heard of ya
Walking with the murderers
Niggas that'll murder ya
Steal you like a burglar
Seemed the soul was long gone
Before I got them
He was dead before I shot him
It's the reaper