Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Kurupt
Vocals
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Tyler Okonma
Composer
R. Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My daddy said, "Yeah, ****"
[Verse 2]
(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours
**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door
Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war
[Verse 3]
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh
Yeah, ****
[Verse 4]
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest **** breathin', y'all pretend
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my piece offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
[Verse 5]
Five shots get rung out, five bodies fallin'
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothin', don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead get softened
[Verse 6]
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most **** woulda ran away, but, me, I'm out here walkin'
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
[Verse 7]
Nah, now you know, no golfin', fuck rhymin', I'm Crippin'
**** rap about what I'm livin', all this false claimin' I'm hearin'
Doin' drive-bys, I ain't steerin', white funerals, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch in front of your children
See your whip 'side of my buildin', yeah
[Verse 8]
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere, and over there
You die here, let off a pair (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 9]
(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours
**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door
Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh
Yeah, ****
[Verse 10]
House full of kilos, sold pounds to zeros
Cocaine my hero, you ain't Figg side, gettin' Deeboed
Always askin' for the burner like young **** still free load
Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal
[Verse 11]
I'll rearrange your dental
Crippy my house shoes, blue rag disciples
Murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm gettin' violent, I got the strike once
Won't get the strike twice, you **** half price
[Verse 12]
Which means you half off, I'm goin' Adolf
I'm smokin' bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock, knock through the condos
Schoolboy from the five-deuce
But Hoovers spank till you unranked
You can fuck around, get that chin banged
Groovelinin', Crip walk the whole mile
Blue belt, still my pants down
Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hushpuppies, my Glock, yeah, fuck, buddy
Make money, take money, earn crack money
Drug money, bail money, heard they got life for me
But how they got life for me when they took that from me
Since I had my nose runny? I was out past sunny
Had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah
[Verse 13]
(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours
**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door
Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war
[Verse 14]
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh
Yeah, ****
[Verse 15]
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Pour propane all on myself
Go so hard, might harm myself
[Verse 16]
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, yeah, ****
[Verse 17]
Yeah, it's Kurupt, young motherfuckin' Gotti
Still rollin' in the 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti
Come up in this motherfucker lookin' for a bitch
She probably sucked on my dick, then you kissed her on the lips
[Verse 18]
The integral South Central sentinel
Get roped and choke, poetical tentacles stretch
Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped
Extra overdose of the okie-doke
But get a **** smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now cock back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow
Walk inside, pussy poppin', top is poppin' off
Papadopoulos neighborhood, rollin' 60 balls
Ghetto tribalist, squeezin' pussies like octopuses
****, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
Next time you see me, I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be fuckin' with pussies like you
Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told 'em
[Verse 19]
(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours
**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door
Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war
[Verse 20]
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh
Yeah, ****
Written by: Paul Salva, Quincy Hanley, R. Brown, Tyler Okonma