Yay Yay (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q

Had pistols in my hands

Had pockets full of Ox

Whole life I been a G

Had b**ches on the block

Had strippers on the pole

Had coc*ine in the pot

Got fiends at the do'

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay

That yay yay

I'm a drug dealin' ni**a

Cause them grades ain't get me paid

My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid

See my daughter need some shoes

And my mom work overtime

So I'm standin'

By that stop sign with nickels and them dimes

Keep that work got that Oxy

Need that kilo call that papi

Know my steelo shrimp with sake

Sold that hero'n look like toffee

Keep my nina just might off him

No them boys on Figg don't play

Most my life on 51st

Went to school on 52nd

Used to fight on 49th

Grandma said be home by night

But her old a** sixty something

So three hours late aiight

Still I love her R I P when she died

I took her place

And became a f**king G

Moved my crack across the street

Figg get it get it yeah

Drug dealin' ni**a

Yawk yawk yawk

Had pistols in my hands

Had pockets full of Ox

Whole life I been a G

Had b**ches on the block

Had strippers on the pole

Had coc*ine in the pot

Got fiends at the do'

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay

That yay yay

I'm a drug dealin' ni**a

Roll my cyc' on Hoover's street

Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free

Didn't know what he was sayin'

Til them years done jumped to three

Learned the game

Slangin' hoes and every car door need a key

Charge them smokers day through night

Sellin' pies who need a slice

Life is craps so shoot the dice

Get the cheese but cut the mice

Enemies be left to right

We don't call our sh*t the trap

B**ch we call our sh*t the set

Unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap

After crack it's Oxy next

But thank God the yay was yay

Off the yee like it's the bay

Rock a chain I'm Kunta K

Out in Texas what's the word

Keep them packs and that's for sure

Slang to him and slang to her

Ask a fiend they will concur

Figg get it get it yeah

Drug dealin' ni**a

Yawk yawk yawk

Had pistols in my hands

Had pockets full of Ox

Whole life I been a G

Had b**ches on the block

Had strippers on the pole

Had coc*ine in the pot

Got fiends at the do'

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay

That yay yay