What They Want - ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz

This the shit that they need

Tell me where are you from

Drop your pants to your knees

Girl, I’m capital G

Might pull up in my bucket

This nine holds a good dozen

Might slide up in your cousin

Just made a mil' and still thuggin'

Niggas banged on me but they should’ve shot me

See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him

Court date, but I skipped the bail

Rather wig myself before I sit in jail

Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean

Got a hat say Figg' on my gangsta tip

Don’t trust no ho, I might sock the bitch

I’m apocalypse to your politics

Might cop the Phantom, get ghost

I can pay your bills with this coat

Need an extra band for this smoke

I can see for miles with this scope, nigga

Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer

Misses Piggy, want a piggyback

Rock cremation, then called it crack

I’mma keep on eating 'til my ankles fat

Sell that fix, throw it cross the map

Push my penis in between her lap

Put my semen all down her throat

'Til Tito kilos come off that boat

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

Tell me where are you from?

Drop your pants to your knees

Girl, I’m capital G

This the shit they gon' buy

This the shit why I’m fly

This the shit why I’m high

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em

If you see my watch I might hit it

If you see my check I might hit it

If you see my house I might hit it

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

This the shit that’s from me

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow

Speeding through the yellow lights

Treat my Versace belt like it’s a mistletoe

I put everything over yellow rice

Graduated from hella ice

If I stand on my bankroll (stand on your bankroll)

Nigga, I’d be scared of heights

And I’d be dodging the po-lice

When I was poor with no lights

When I was poor with potential

Watch my flow in four inches

Oh Lord, she in Christians

All gold for my Adventist

Pulled it down and she kissed it

All gold where my wrists is

God’ll judge, no conviction

Just because I got dreads don’t get it twisted

Moving my whip down the boulevard

Word 'round town, I was selling hard

Hard and I’m talking bout the yayo

Hit her on the floor and then I lay low

Amigos say «Que pasa with the pesos?»

Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.)

And when I pull up to the valet

You know I got the strippers on payroll!

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

Tell me where are you from?

Drop your pants to your knees

Girl, I’m capital G

This the shit they gon' buy

This the shit why I’m fly

This the shit why I’m high

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em

If you see my watch I might hit it

If you see my check I might hit it

If you see my house I might hit it

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

This the shit that’s from me

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

100k in my trunk

Keep that bitch with that donk

She gon' pop in them heels

She must heard of my deal

She gon' roll on them pills

Just don’t grab on my hat

This that shit that’s Iraq

This that make you climax

This that shit you just bought

This that Q go hamhawk

This that car that won’t park

Pedal to floor, it won’t stop

And just when you thought it won’t drop

Oxymoron in stores

Come in, kids, lock the door

Knock-knock-knock, hit the floor

Need my bread off the top

Could buy anything off the lot

This that steel, not the grill

Get them slugs off for real

This that curl with the gel

We gon' win, smoke the L’s

She love my mic, rock the bell

Leave that punani killed

All them hoes run to Q

Spit that truth, make the loot

Expensive whips, we hotbox

Spent 2 bills on my socks

This that make you cockblock

This that make me pop shot

This that filthy convo

This that must be Figueroa

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

Tell me where are you from?

Drop your pants to your knees

Girl, I’m capital G

This the shit they gon' buy

This the shit why I’m fly

This the shit why I’m high

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em

If you see my watch I might hit it

If you see my check I might hit it

If you see my house I might hit it

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need

This the shit that’s from me

This the shit they gon' bump

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they want