The Alchemist, Schoolboy Q - W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Schoolboy Q - W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. lyrics]
Ugh, yo, yo
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Ugh oh, just let it rock, ugh
Tryna figure out, mayne
How you wake up and not
Be a fuckin' player? Y'er'mean?
Woke up, didn't even brush my
Teeth, it's the motion, nigga
Went to the garage, said, "Eenie-miney-mo"
Opened the garage
Jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, ugh!
Forgot to close the gate and I
Forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top
Hang on you feel me?
Hit the freeway, I'm doin', like, 80
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind
Chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden ay Al, yo hang on hahaha
My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent
Haha, yeah nigga, I slid through the AC vent
With the seatbelt already on
I love this nigga, man, hang on
Ayy, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, "'Member that shit
Alc'?" niggas like:
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"
Guess what, nigga? I dropped this!
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter be happy, I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights, no purist
Me and this hood here furious, oh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on, my nigga
You see what I'm doing here take time
Could've came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch
Whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, ugh
Screaming them same "YAWK!"s
Get a feature from KDot
Put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rims, the chains, the Porsche
Credibly crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, owh
"But when you gon' drop that new shit?"
Stop it, lil' nigga, I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years, lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to
The liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies on Christmas
Told me I live in Los Angeles
But need a green card for Latins
So-called "terrorists" attacking
And Trump could actually happen
Damn, hang on
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
I'm done with your stupid ass, cuh
I hate your voice too get away from me, cuh
You ain't even hear what the fuck I'm saying
My nigga
Niggas niggas been waiting something
Been waiting for something since 2012
You niggas so stupid, I already dropped
Get two of them thangs (Drop that new shit)
Yeerndamean?
Niggas always talkin' bout this ol'
Pimping shit right here
I'm the one that they gon'
Let the record reflect, yeerndamean?
Motherfuckers always asking me "What's
Up with Q?" man, I don't know what's
Up with that African, yeerndamean?
That's just my partner, yeerndamean? Shit
Always asking me "When he
Gonna drop something?"
"When he gonna do another video?"
Quit asking me all that shit, God damn!
I'm doing me, let the record reflect
Right? Yeerndamean?
Always speaking on me! "Ohh
What's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry 'bout it, bitch!
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Ugh oh, just let it rock, ugh
Tryna figure out, mayne
How you wake up and not
Be a fuckin' player? Y'er'mean?
Woke up, didn't even brush my
Teeth, it's the motion, nigga
Went to the garage, said, "Eenie-miney-mo"
Opened the garage
Jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, ugh!
Forgot to close the gate and I
Forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top
Hang on you feel me?
Hit the freeway, I'm doin', like, 80
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind
Chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden ay Al, yo hang on hahaha
My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent
Haha, yeah nigga, I slid through the AC vent
With the seatbelt already on
I love this nigga, man, hang on
Ayy, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, "'Member that shit
Alc'?" niggas like:
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"
Guess what, nigga? I dropped this!
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter be happy, I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights, no purist
Me and this hood here furious, oh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on, my nigga
You see what I'm doing here take time
Could've came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch
Whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, ugh
Screaming them same "YAWK!"s
Get a feature from KDot
Put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rims, the chains, the Porsche
Credibly crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, owh
"But when you gon' drop that new shit?"
Stop it, lil' nigga, I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years, lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to
The liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies on Christmas
Told me I live in Los Angeles
But need a green card for Latins
So-called "terrorists" attacking
And Trump could actually happen
Damn, hang on
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
I'm done with your stupid ass, cuh
I hate your voice too get away from me, cuh
You ain't even hear what the fuck I'm saying
My nigga
Niggas niggas been waiting something
Been waiting for something since 2012
You niggas so stupid, I already dropped
Get two of them thangs (Drop that new shit)
Yeerndamean?
Niggas always talkin' bout this ol'
Pimping shit right here
I'm the one that they gon'
Let the record reflect, yeerndamean?
Motherfuckers always asking me "What's
Up with Q?" man, I don't know what's
Up with that African, yeerndamean?
That's just my partner, yeerndamean? Shit
Always asking me "When he
Gonna drop something?"
"When he gonna do another video?"
Quit asking me all that shit, God damn!
I'm doing me, let the record reflect
Right? Yeerndamean?
Always speaking on me! "Ohh
What's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry 'bout it, bitch!