Текст песни Schoolboy Q "Collard Greens"

[Hook] 

Luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that 

Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that 

Down with that shit, drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye 

Down with the shit, cop this, pop this, down with the shit 

[Verse 1] 

Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver 

Watch this, no tick, yeah, I’m the nigga 

Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver 

Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer 

Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter 

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object 

Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings 

Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiending 

Give me, give me, give me some 

Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue 

Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb 

Blow it baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky-icky) 

Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool 

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco 

And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro 

You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 

Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song 

Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo 

Tu quiero coger mi huevos, y papi molestes pero 

Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron – let's get it 

Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this 

And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, bitch, touche, en garde 

Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra 

And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot 

She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this 

In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis 

I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this 

And focus, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch 

I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror 

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest 

Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest 

Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom 

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em 

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem 

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana 

Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka 

Psych ward is balling, dope craze like no other 

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama 

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiending 

Faded-faded-faded right 

Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight 

Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside 

Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky-icky) 

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude 

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes 

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q 

We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too 

[Hook]