Los Awesome (feat. Jay Rock)

I'm a groovy-type ****, rather two-step with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', rather gangbang with ya

Trigger squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', with my gangbang with ya

Groovy **** jumped up off the peg

Forced by my third 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

To shoot the killer and hit the licks, get N U T up out the bitch

Gangbangin', fuck the clique

Not lookin' for scraps, see, my Crippin' done spread around the world

Well, his top below his bottom, it's the Reaper (Reaper)

Lookin' like the Reaper in your driveway

Strays through your livin' room

Liable to drive by on a summer day

July 4th'll be in June

Blatty, blatty, blatty, bla-bom, the sound of the drum

That Crips and Bloods know

Blatty, blatty, blatty, bla-bom, the sound of the drum

Seen

I'm a groovy-type ****, rather two-step with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', rather gangbang with ya

Trigger squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', with my gangbang with ya

Don't make me put a lean to a **** spleen

Shells through a ****, ba-ring, bitty cracker

Ring, ring, stop a dream in its tracks, beam down

Little boy, now, dream little boy, dream

Coke go in the pot, Arm & Hammer body

A$AP Rocky, want it, I can get it

Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget

Diamond on my Rollie, think on a **** how to fridge it

Lookin' at the time, say, been winnin' for a minute

See my neck, co-defendant, what's the problem?

Seen the souls long go 'fore I got 'im

He was dead before I shot 'im

It's the Reaper, Reaper, uh, uh

Lookin' like the Reaper in your driveway

Strays through your livin' room

Liable to drive by on a summer day

July 4th'll be in June

Blatty, blatty, blatty, bla-bom, the sound of the drum

That Crips and Bloods know

Blatty, blatty, blatty, bla-bom, the sound of the drum

Seen

I'm a groovy-type ****, rather two-step with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', rather gangbang with ya

Trigger squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

High degrees, anti-freeze, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Cool with ya, chillin' cool-cool with ya

Pants saggin', rag draggin', with my gangbang with ya

Tell me more about it in the gutter

Where it started with the Crippin', blue on campus knew what happened

Tell me more about it in the gutter

Where it started with the Crippin', then the Bloods done got it brackin'

I'm just an Eastside ****, when your **** says

"Show you what it be like, ****"

Roll 'em up, light 'em up, like a streetlight

****, follow me, I can show you what these streets like, ****

Handlebars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds

Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins

Toetag 'im, false-flaggin' like it's all good

Tell **** tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?

We never heard of ya, walkin' with them murderers

**** that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar

Seen the souls long go 'fore I got 'im

He was dead before I shot 'im

It's the Reaper, Reaper, Reaper