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ScHoolboy Q – CrasH.

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ScHoolboy Q - CrasH
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  1. Fly (I), I'm (I'm) too (Too) high (High)
    Watch (Watch), splash (Splash), car fast
    Dash (Dash) soon, smooth, ooh
    Spent (Spent) cash (Cash), glide (Glide) by

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop (It's lit)

    [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
    Ayy, I'm trippin' on you, I gotta have you
    I spent it on you, I might buy two
    Now get in my coupe
    I like her legs up like chopsticks
    Luxury in my optics
    Your ex-man's on the opp list
    I'm validated to pop shit
    I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex
    Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex
    I got a bad habit with bad habits
    Beat the pussy up, stab at it
    Divin' in like I'm mad at it
    Secured the bag, I need all static, ayy

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop (It's lit)

    [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
    I got 25 rolled up on my dresser (Dresser)
    25 bad ones in the function, can I stretch 'em? (Stretch 'em)
    Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?
    Hop out a black Rolls on your b-day
    Make everybody fall for you, jealous
    Bat wing on the ground to the PJ
    I say, "Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch"
    Got you on, whatever you want, gotta have it
    Fuck so good, that's talent
    I pray for you, now that's balance
    I run it up before the trial end
    They talkin' 'bout us, we wildin', we wildin', ayy

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop
    Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
    Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, yeah
    (Ooh) Chop, chop, chop, chop (It's lit)

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  2. Too many M's to make (To make)
    Too many rules to break (To break)
    Too many fightin' that case (That case)
    I gotta find my way (My way)
    Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
    If I lose, she lose (Lose)
    And I ain't gettin' used to losses

    [Verse 1]
    Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
    I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
    Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
    I'm left behind, it don't feel right
    Can't write the script when this real life
    Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
    From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
    Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
    Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
    Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
    Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
    Gave my mother that million (Million)
    Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
    Can't go blind 'bout these women (No)

    [Chorus]
    Too many M's to make (To make)
    Too many rules to break (To break)
    Too many fightin' that case (That case)
    I gotta find my way (My way)
    Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
    If I lose, she lose (Lose)
    And I ain't gettin' used to losses
    I'm goin' off 'til I crash
    Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
    My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
    Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my…
    It knock me on my…

    [Verse 2]
    Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
    Family friends want a piece of mine
    I can tell they all piecin' up
    And I can show 'em where peace resides
    Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
    'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
    Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
    Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
    Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
    Too much time of livin' reckless
    Now add that time up on my left wrist
    Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
    Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
    You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
    That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
    I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
    'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
    All that bullshit I taught her, huh
    Way too blessed to be normal, uh
    Upper echelon, where we stand at
    So, girl, be proud that your skin black
    And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
    'Cause the school system won't teach that
    Where your father been, you gon' reach that

    [Chorus]
    Too many M's to make (To make)
    Too many rules to break (To break)
    Too many fightin' that case (That case)
    I gotta find my way (My way)
    Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
    If I lose, she lose (Lose)
    And I ain't gettin' used to losses
    I'm goin' off 'til I crash
    Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
    My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
    Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my…
    It knock me on my…

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  3. Love this royce da 5' 9" sample. I think it's from a song called "blow up" or "the bomb". Idk but that was the first royce song I ever heard and I knew he was the shit.

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