What They Want (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro]

This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from

Drop your pants to your knees, yeah, I got the codeine

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

Might pull up in my bucket

This nine holds a good dozen

Might slide up in your cousin

Just made a mill and still thuggin'

Niggas banged on me, but they should of 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 coke

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 till 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

Till Tito kilos come off that boat

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

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' want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want (Tell 'em, tell 'em)

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]

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' want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

[Verse: 2 Chainz]

Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow

Speeding through the yellow lights

She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe

I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice

If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights

And I'd be dodging the po' lights

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 on my Adventist, pull it down and she kiss it

All gold where my wrists is, God there's just no convincing

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