Cyhi Da Prynce - Food, Savers, Scissors Lyrics (Ft. ScHoolboy Q)

Food, Savers, Scissors Lyrics by Cyhi Da Prynce Ft. ScHoolboy Q

There are 2 things that you must have

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Ok, these are all my accessories
Especially if you invest in weed
All I ever sold was marijuana
I ain’t selling nothing with a recipe
I’m in the bay not just the pete
Seen more trees than you’ll ever see
Put a pound of kush on a nigga head
If you ever think about flexing me
Food savers and scissors, 2 flavors I give you
Got grand daddy, got og,
You can use papers or swishers
Get a bag, fill it up, cut the top then get seal it up
All my partners got rich off,
But they all worth a quarter mill in …
I don’t know no nigga that’s real as us
I bought a house I’m dealing bud
I can’t believe it ain’t legal yet
But I’ma sell it since it’s still a drug
They call me side young cause everybody know I’m pitching
You can tell when you walk inside my kitchen
All you see is

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

I’m the man with the oz’s, my plug call me wizard
Sure I got some purp and I got some killa
To you it smell like gas but to me it smell like vanilla
And all my bud light, cause I don’t fuck with milla
Not liquor, Reggie, I keep a bag of them digits
If you take a peak of his last name
I’m into grass like Teddy
I … like spaghetti, get the money out the ass I got a wedgie
Why you mad? I don’t owe you jack son, that’s Jessie
I got a 6 pack in my chevy, that’s what I call a muscle car
I ain’t talking bout dope Shawty, when I say that I hustle hard
Just the other day I sent my girl to the target
For some tissue and some soap for our apartment
Plus I need some

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Grow up nigga but I’m feel though
Siroc boy with a little endo
10 racks, hunned shows 1 mill
Mixtape on billboard, fuck my deal
… a little weed out of oxy pills
Come on…but my lips are sealed…
Bang your top before they bang your gavel
Grenade in the mouth for the nigga that…
Rock to the tools…sold everything
Crack cocaine and pussy
…full of dope…quite a few pounds, she can feel the hummer
Call me puff daddy lil bitch I’m flashing
Grand daddy kush man I love my grams
Fuck ball …but I’m going ham
Vietnam, tax all niggas, fuck uncle sam…

[Hook]
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors
We use it so they can’t smell shit
And it makes it safe to deliver
I specialize in trees nigga
Every day is like Christmas
I need
Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissors.

Ab-Soul Ft. Schoolboy Q - SOPA Lyrics

SOPA Lyrics by Ab-Soul Ft. Schoolboy Q

[Intro]
(Soulo taught me…)
See yeah my nigga see
See yes this where that sci-fi met swag my nigga
Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag
My nigga, swag!

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Oh you the kid, I’m Joseph Kony
Chip off the block, it’s 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’s 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 sold it off
No I’m not Weezy, bitch I’m weezy 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, chewed 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 lisp
Knowing damn well I’m looking like I’m slinging bricks
Ever seen an ex-student get a half a ticket
Think I’m lying? just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to…

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q]
Soulo ho! Groovy Q!
I’m high as fuck, look at 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, get get)

(Soulo taught me)