Schoolboy Q - NigHtmare On Figg St. lyrics

[Schoolboy Q - NigHtmare On Figg St. lyrics]

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Want it, we need it, we get it
(Figg, Figueroa, Figg)
On Figg, we see it, we want it
(Figg, yeah, all)
We want it, we get it (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Figg, yeah, Figg, Figg, Figg
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah! (yeah! yeah)

Figg get it, get it
Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah (Ugh)
Figg get it, get it
Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah (Figg side)
(Ball so hard) Figg
Figg get it, yeah (Ba B-Ba)
(Ball so hard) yeah (Ba) yeah

(Ball so hard) What's fifty grand
To a muh'fucker like me?
Can you please remind me?
(Tch, I mean, you can’t be serious, right?)
Shit, I'll remind you (Aw)
Put that steel behind you
Put five inside you
Better chill out with all that flossing
Partner
(Ball so hard) You must be cray (Ugh)
Leave 'em in the streets with his shoelaces
Missing and socks up off his feet (Ugh, ugh)
Pistol-holding, gonorrhea nigga skeet-skeet
(Ugh, ugh) soul dropped, Rock dropped
(yeah) , Dot dropped (yeah) black Hippy, TDE
(Huh) well, fuck it, nigga
Let's four-peat (Ugh)
A dope Hoover dealer, ugh, ADHD (yeah)
Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack
(Crack)
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit, fuck CRASH
(CRASH)
Pimp hoes ho, run your bread she love tracks
(yeah, biatch)
Crack of dawn, Figg get it yeah, we get it
Yeah (yeah)
Figg get the money, yeah, all season
Every year (Year, ugh, yeah)
Niggas better hope I start popping (Ah)
Before I start robbing and
Re-up with Oxycontin

(Ugh)

(Ugh) What's fifty grand to
A muh'fucker like you?
You still need a reminder? (Ha)
(yeah, I thought so) shit, I'm loco
Thirty-eight brown had to call him "cocoa"
"Stick around the block, boy, tell 'em, 'Go
Go'"
Don't stop shooting 'til you all red though
(yeah)
Yellow tape, muh'fucker, shoulda yield, ho
(Shoulda yield, ho)
Why you all tough for? See your
Thug ass later at the crossroads
(Figg get it)
(Figg get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Yeah) the landlord turn your lieutenant
Into a tenant (Ugh, yeah)
And if your rims spinning, your jaws dented
I'm I'm a grown man, dog, I ain't kidding
(I ain't kidding) the end has come
(Come) , so (So) , keep
Big weed and big lungs, big guns
Broad on her knees
The Holy Ghost she speak in tongues
(A-wa-wa-wa-wa)
Murder searching, why even run? One shot
He done (Ooh! A-wa-wa-wa-wa)
Huh? Nigga, you must got me confused (Ugh)
Bitch, I'm from the Groove, on Figg Side
Making Hoovs (Figg side)
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
(yeah, ugh) no AC, but the heater work
(Err) , murk! (Pop)

On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it
We get it
It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding
We still out here thugging
On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it
We get it
Figg get the money, yeah, all season
Every year figg get it, get it, Figg get
It, get it, get it, yeah
Figg get it, get it, Figg get
It, get it, get it, yeah
Figg get it, get it, Figg get
It, get it, get it, yeah
(Ball so hard) You must be cray

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