Текст песни U.O.E.N.O. - ScHoolboy Q
I
fucked
up
the
rap
game
and
you
ain't
even
know
it
I
just
fucked
what's
her
name
and
you
ain't
even
know
it
She
got
a
*censored*
tattoo
and
you
ain't
even
know
it
We
about
to
form
a
little
groupie
and
you
ain't
even
know
it,
let's
get
it
Stuck
in
a
rock
and
a
hard
place
Eminem,
Pac
and
where
God
stay
Timberlands
pop
that
jaw
bone
Now
bitch
nigga,
tell
me
how
that
tar
taste
And
even
Tarzan
can
get
swung
on
I
never
hung
out
with
the
loud
mouth
You
got
a
foul
mouth
And
that
dead
body
gon'
smell
foul
when
it
fouls
out
She
filed
my
nails
in
the
Bahamas
We
found
ourselves
in
the
Bahamas
She
found
God,
meditation
and
peace
I
found
myself
without
a
condom
You
know
everybody
having
them
babies
It's
a
beautiful
thing
it
ain't
crazy
If
a
rapper
monogamous,
you
know
what
the
problem
is?
Too
many
bitches
got
rabies
And
I
hate
a
ho-hoppin'
woman
Stank
pussy-poppin'
woman
You
fuckin'
fool
don't
know
about
you
But
my
dick
need
70
years
on
it
Anything
after
that
is
just
a
bonus
And
I
been
in
the
lab
with
my
opponents
And
since
Sway
done
swayed
that
list
He
got
a
flatscreen
the
next
morning
Tell
'em
I
need
my
credit
when
it's
due
Tell
'em
I
need
my
lettuce
when
it's
new
Tell
'em
I
got
a
fetish
for
fine
fabric
Franklins
and
saying,
"Fuck
you"
Tell
'em
it's
TDE
'til
I'm
DDT'd
in
that
grave
And
Top
Dawg
is
proof
'til
my
nigga
Whoo
Kid
get
free,
ain't
shit
comin'
for
free
I'm
'bout
to
rape
you
niggas
'til
you
recoup
It's
a
groovy
nigga,
that's
all
day,
Backwood
hold
three
grams
Got
a
six-shooter,
that
revolver
spinning,
shell
stuck
inside,
but
won't
jam
This
hoody
here
about
two
stacks,
hell
yeah
that
bitch
could
gon'
go
ham
Molly
in
her
drink,
but
she
asked
me
to
and
oh
yeah
I
got
this
on
cam
Gangsta
nigga,
no
trap
beats,
bet
I
still
sound
like
that
new
shit
Originality
in
my
blueprint,
still
Figg
side,
Figuero
pimp
Her
big
ass
where
my
palm
hit,
pull
my
dick
out,
she
gon'
balm
it
Swag
surfin'
all
through
the
world,
slide
through
the
sea
on
a
comet
O-X-Y
for
these
morons,
that
be
that
new
shit
I'm
pushin'
Raise
off
of
them
pockets,
bring
more
of
them
coffins
These
niggas
ain't
popping,
tell
them
old
niggas
to
move
on
Aw
damn
I
done
said
it,
all
them
can
beheaded
She
ain't
single
but
she
solo,
you
ain't
even
know
it
Unsigned
with
sold
out
shows,
you
ain't
even
know
it
My
lips
black
but
they
ain't
chapped,
she
ain't
even
know
that
Let's
have
sex,
she
said,
"Yes",
you
know
she
ain't
"no"
that
Seed
of
life
on
my
chest,
my
head
next
to
her
breast
My
mind
all
in
the
clouds,
just
bought
an
ounce
of
the
best
No
talking
when
I'm
off
that
loud
I
came
quick
so
she
pissed
You
know
I'm
good
for
another
round
But
it's
hard
when
everybody
on
your
dick
Know
real
niggas
that's
crips,
I
know
real
niggas
that's
bloods
Know
real
niggas
that's
thugging
like
you
ain't
know
what's
up
Got
codeine
in
my
cup,
got
a
couple
checks
that
need
cashing
And
you
could
take
that
to
the
bank,
what's
life
without
a
balance?
You
ain't
even
know
it,
nigga
I
be
everywhere
you
ain't
even
going
I
thought
it
was
snowing,
but
I'm
just
the
coldest
nigga
out
here
flowin'
Sick
of
all
that
bullshit
y'all
been
promoting,
but
Carson
in
the
motherfucking
house
Del
Amo,
watch
your
motherfucking
mouth
I
took
the
game
by
storm,
just
to
X
men
out
I'm
crazy
out
my
mind,
I
put
my
life
on
the
line
The
tortoise
only
makes
progress
when
his
neck
sticks
out
Just
a
little
token
of
gold
if
you
ain't
know
it,
though
Respect,
I
get
the
utmost
I'm
so
dope
I'm
a
walking
kilo
36
Os,
you
don't
even
know
I'm
gettin'
cheese
like
Cheetos
You
mad
that
we
BMFing,
bitch-ass
niggas
steady
PMSing
I
never
show
my
hands,
can't
know
my
plans
Gotta
keep
them
guessing
Rock,
I
was
off
the
scene
Now
a
nigga
back
like
a
four
and
a
half
Shooting
up
the
set
like
Spielberg
See
the
big
picture
when
them
hammers
flash
I
don't
post
a
lot
on
Instagram
That's
the
quickest
way
they'll
get
you
man
Leave
that
shit
for
the
bitches
man
Alphabet
boys,
they'll
get
your
ass
IRS,
they
was
on
a
nigga
Cashed
them
out,
not
I'm
scot-free
Got
my
passport
in
my
JanSport,
now
I'm
overseas
You
don't
even
know
it
Rock
been
killin'
this
shit,
no
gloves,
no
mask
on
me
Just
100
thousand
cash
on
me
Back
then,
I
was
doing
bad,
homie
All
my
bitches
bad
now
My
old
hoes
try
to
keep
tabs
on
me
Safe
to
say
I'm
the
man
now
Fuck
ass
nigga
just
stand
down
'Fore
the
shots
go
up
and
it's
man
down
Hands
down,
still
popping
No
prescription,
I'm
flexing
Suplex
a
pussy,
I've
been
off
the
edge
Too
late
to
push
me,
nigga
I
ain't
fell
off
Used
to
move
Frosted
Flakes
like
Kellogg's
Pull
up
to
the
bank,
count
paper
like
tellers
Top
Dawg,
Money
Gang,
bitch,
we've
been
on
Clothesline
the
beat,
nigga,
John
Cena
Been
having
stripes,
can't
walk
in
my
Adidas
Kicked
in
the
door,
hand
on
the
Nina
Black
Hippy
shit,
rock
gon'
bleed
'em
I'm
turned
up
every
day,
you
don't
even
know
it
Got
your
bitch
with
me
right
now,
you
don't
even
know
it
We
turn
up
in
the
club,
you
don't
even
know
it
Got
a
hundred
bottles
comin',
you
don't
even
know
it
We
came
up
from
nothin',
you
don't
even
know
it
Drive
a
half
a
million
dollar
car,
you
don't
even
know
it
This
a
thousand
dollar
pair
of
shoes,
you
don't
even
know
it
Got
a
bitch
that
speak
no
English,
she
don't
even
know
it
This
a
thousand
dollar
pair
of
shoes,
you
don't
even
know
it
This
a
thousand
dollar
cup
of
lean,
you
don't
even
know
it
This
a
half
a
million
dollar
car,
you
don't
even
know
it
I
came
up
from
the
bottom,
you
don't
even
know
it
My
niggas
all
ride
with
me
on,
you
don't
even
know
it
Got
killers
with
me
right
now,
you
don't
even
know
it
This
a
million
dollar
watch
nigga,
you
don't
even
know
it
Got
a
million
dollar
crib
nigga,
you
don't
even
know
it
1 Dem Boyz
2 3 on
3 WTC
4 U.O.E.N.O.
5 Often (feat. Rick Ross & The Weeknd)
6 Banger
7 What They Want
8 Friends
9 Often (feat. Rick Ross & The Weeknd)
10 U.O.E.N.O.
11 Drugs
12 B.E.T. Cypher
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