Tookie Knows II - ScHoolboy Q, Traffic, TF

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

Niggas said «cuz» in the first grade

In the shade where the cops can’t see us (Can't see us)

Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage

It was cool 'til that gang sweep (Sweep)

Now I’m in back of a van and my wrists got a band (Got a band)

Got a number for a name (For a name)

No name on the visit, no call get accepted

Now I’m forced to a man (To a man)

Murder raps, where you from?

Put the nigga on his pockets

Watch the COs, they be watching (Watching)

Counting noodles for the hustle (Yeah)

County spread for the muscle

Couple marks on my knuckles (Yeah, yeah)

Puttin' niggas on bunk status (Yeah)

Shoulda been with the bitch-ass

Now he on a mattress that we bench-press

PC, get the Froot Loops (Ooh)

Keep tellin' on niggas

Why I fuck with that nigga?

(Nah, ayy, nah, ayy, yeah)

Nigga made bail but I’m still at rage

Should I thank God for the hell I raised?

'Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave, like

Ain’t nothin' to a Loc, huh?

(Huh)

Went missin' to his folks, I ain’t in, I ain’t know, huh?

(Huh)

They ain’t show up to the court, huh?

(Huh)

But then charges gotta go, huh?

(Huh)

A young nigga back on Figg (Ugh)

H-Crown on wig, shoestrings say where I’m from

On probation and got my gun

Other side goin' for that thumb (Blop-blop!)

Motherfucker, I’m gangbanging (Ouu, ugh, Gotti)

Nigga I’m blue’d up (Crip), blue Chucks

Blue tee, nigga, I keep it G (I keep it G)

Nigga, in the streets is where I be

I’m up like breakfast while niggas sleep (I got that…)

Me and Floyd posted on Figg (Posted)

Getting it in and moving it up

Getting it in and moving it out

I’m holding the heat, he watching the block

I’m watching for cops, I’m holding these rocks (Holding)

Fiends keep coming, this shit don’t stop (Don't stop)

When it’s war time, niggas get popped (Pop)

We might die for this shit, off top

My nigga gon' ride for this Crip, no lie (Nigga)

But I ain’t dead, yeah, nigga, thank God (Thank God)

Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd (What you—)

Broke-ass niggas better go get a job

Run up on me wrong, bitch nigga, get popped (Get popped)

I’m gon' ride for this shit, on Crip

A nigga gon' die for this shit, they trip

Four-fif extendo, with fifty in the clip

TF by my side, he stupid with this shit

Q in the ride gripping on the fifth

Run up on me wrong (Nigga, err—)

My nigga, my nigga, I’m gangbanging

Ugh, might go down for this check, nigga

Ugh, I might die for this set, nigga (Ayy)

I ain’t trippin nigga, I ain’t slipping

Niggas lying saying I ain’t Cripping

Back to back, me and Tiny smack

I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac

Niggas ask, «What he signed for?»

I got an eightball, I got a Rondo

I got an AK—when that bitch spray

It’s like pullin' strings on a lawnmower

Last time I seen jail, nigga

I was cell living, getting mail in it

I ain’t even talking mail, nigga

PayPals for the cell, nigga (Ha)

Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?

School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh?

See me and Traffic like a orca, nigga

And the black-and-whites, love whale watch (Ugh)

Front-line like mailboxes (What?)

5−12, that’s the numbers on it (What?)

May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only (Agh)

.45, no numbers on it (Ugh)

Scratched down, I’m strapped down (Brr)

Might go down for this shit (What?)

If I don’t then I’m racked down (Racks)

Rank up there with Shaq crown

I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt (Brad Pitt)

I press that, I’m getting rich

I might go down for this shit (This shit)

We might die for this shit, nigga

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, nigga

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, nigga

Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga

Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit

We might die for this shit, nigga