Sopa Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Intro] 

(Soulo taught me...) 

See yea my nigga see 

See yes this where sci-fi meets swag 

Like the Holy Bible in a Gucci Bag 

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 

Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony 

Chip off the block, since puffy socks in my Saucony 

I touch stock, she suck cock 

She dancing Secret Sundays and I'm 'bout to pray 

I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope 

She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke 

Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream 

She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king 

(Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the fucking ring ho 

TDE we got the belt, "hold it down if nothin else" 

And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt 

Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr.Evil 

Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler 

ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta 

And I ain't never been a motherfucking lick 'less I'm right around the clit 

Druggys wit' hoes, O's and 4's 

[Hook x2] 

I'm smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes 

SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough 

I said look back at me when you hit the pole 

Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes 

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] 

Oh that's your bitch? Well bruh she on me 

I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies 

Got the block hot, 'cuz I set it off 

No I'm not Weezy, bitch I'm wheezy from that chronic cough 

Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard 

Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here 

Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down 

How that sound I'm from the underground 

They're gonna make me slang a pound 

Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row) 

Bitch, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row) 

This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah 

Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell it 

Inhale it, sip it, whatever 

Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah 

In interviews they always asking me about a list 

Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks 

Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket 

Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy, that check was mine as soon as we signed 

[Hook x2] 

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q] 

Soulo ho! Groovy Q! 

I'm high as fuck, nigga me too 

Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch 

Fendi on, I might throw a fit 

Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon 

Heard it through the grapevine 

We got extra pills, lean and shrooms 

Life for me is just weed and brews 

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) 

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it) 

Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) 

Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)