[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunction tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
@@dn30001 here's the first beat of that song by Alchemist, don't know where you can get the second part but it was produced by j.lbs czcams.com/video/3tiaw9HSq9Y/video.html
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunction tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
My god the chorus part is out of this world
One of the best chorus’ I’ve ever heard in a song
I know!!!
#nowordsforcowardsears
schools got the tripest beats
Genius
incredible how it goes from aggressive to smooth as fuck
Bruh this could literally be a GTA theme.
THis is tHe best beat Q Has rapped to.
I like to believe the best beat would be Gangsta Gangsta
@@zillahonthetrack9359 that's weird way to write Oxymoron title track
Break the Bank is up there too
Absolutely insane instrumental. SO good.
This is hard bruh how did SchoolBoy even gain enough courage to rap on this?
That why i started liking his music!! Mumble rap getting stupid
@@andrespelayo6833 whats up Nathan
literally not even a hard beat
@@Ahmed-fv8td homies just gotta skat real quick.
@@andrespelayo6833 my nathan
Sounwave is an underrated producer.
Finally the instrumental released!!! Fkkkk yeah. Just as sick as the song is.
0:23 is 🔥
chorus make me cry
This is perfect
This is dope.
This is GOLD
BALLIN' THROUGH THE MUDAFAKKIN STREET Y'ALL
Chorus parts 🔥
Omg How ?!?!🔥🔥🔥
Amazing bruh this is even better than the original!
its the original
NΛVΛZ 🤣
Groovy murdered this shii
this is stupid good
Classic
Start rapping on this and a gun just appears.
DOPE af
Sheeeeeesh!!
Ахуенный бит. Спасибо
Finally
Fucking beautiful
This wasn’t made on earth wtf 🔥
the melody was like : 😇
bass was like : 😡👿👿😈
Perfect way to describe the beat 💯
Poawww wooaaooooo
1:15
Wrecked with my hands and on da mic…next!!! J/j throwed!!!
wtf crzy
Somebody needa do a flex freestyle to this beat
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
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Fuckin gangster shit, I love it! 🙌♥️
7:47 PM
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Anyone know the beatmaker please ?
Sounwave
WHy did you take the Know Ya Wrong Instrumental down from CZcams? Any chance you can put that one back up?
wasn't me bro, I never uploaded that beat
@@suninleo98 sorry for that fam. Would you have that joint by any chance??
@@dn30001 here's the first beat of that song by Alchemist, don't know where you can get the second part but it was produced by j.lbs czcams.com/video/3tiaw9HSq9Y/video.html
Is it official instrumental?
Yes
Indeed
@@archy6723 спасибо
@@Ibr_k47 thanks
Lucifer spelled backwards is the word reficul which is poop, crap, reficul matter
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1:15
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all