Nightmare on Figg St. Songtext
von ScHoolboy Q
Nightmare on Figg St. Songtext
What′s fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?
Shit, I′ll remind ya
Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya
Better chill out with all that flossin potnah
(Ball so hard) you must be crazy
Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin
And socks up off his feet
Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet
Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped
Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.
Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH
Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks
Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah
Figg get the money yeah, all season every year
Niggaz better hope I start poppin
Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin
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
Uhh! What′s 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?
(Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I′m loco
38 brown handy, call him CoCo
Stick around the block boy tell 'em don′t go
Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though
Yellow tape muh′fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo′? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads
The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if your, rims spinnin your jaw′s dented
I'm-I′m a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come
So - keep weed and big lungs
Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done
Huh? Nigga you must got me confused
Bitch I′m from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the heater work - MERK!
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
Shit, I′ll remind ya
Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya
Better chill out with all that flossin potnah
(Ball so hard) you must be crazy
Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin
And socks up off his feet
Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet
Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped
Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.
Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH
Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks
Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah
Figg get the money yeah, all season every year
Niggaz better hope I start poppin
Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin
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
Uhh! What′s 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?
(Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I′m loco
38 brown handy, call him CoCo
Stick around the block boy tell 'em don′t go
Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though
Yellow tape muh′fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo′? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads
The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if your, rims spinnin your jaw′s dented
I'm-I′m a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come
So - keep weed and big lungs
Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done
Huh? Nigga you must got me confused
Bitch I′m from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the heater work - MERK!
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
Writer(s): Quincy Matthew Hanley, Tyshaun Lamont Holloway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com