Artist: The Game f/ ScHoolboy Q, Skeme Album: OKE: Operation Kill Everything Song: Astronaut Pussy Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round Round and round [Verse 1: Game] Back to the hoes Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy Cadillac and a coupe See them niggas hatin from afar, can't catch em know But they getting smacked when we do Ra ta ta like we snoop Crown on the vic Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch And a couple crowns on my crew Keeping pounds of the blue Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it The trunk got a body in it Niggas be like he bodying it Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 8 gold chains like it's already in it Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it Plus I still got a crib on Brazil I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it That's my new addition, nobody in it Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it So much money, got a money tree Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team Same fuck niggas with they hand out Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme Back to the convers, kill em with one verse Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse ‘Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though Now hold that thought Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 [Chorus] [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pray for me, I'll make 30 Desert, even my nails dirty Everything on life and I'd die for it Made a mill, you ain't even know it Tell Iluminati I'm down for it Call Jigga, I'm next nigga Some niggas my new litter Fuck the world on earth day Her booty clap on my birthday I would take the cake but I've been paid I'm a real nigga, you's arcade Had a switch blade in the 5th grade Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch Now I'm going big, I can buy the house You sound water down, I sound of an ounce See this for those who say "where you from" If those hoes who gonna make me cum With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum If the bed low I'mma stack the crumb Up the contraband in-between my gun Before smoking dope I was selling coke Well rocked up to a 8 year old When it popped up, call it pot luck 500 G's, nigga pretty please Condos, where it's sun and trees 10 keys with my 8 G's Hoover hats like the star of David Pull on shots unless kidney faded Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin' Move out the set but the set I'm banging [Chorus] [Verse 3: Skeme] Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it West side eagles and I ain't budging Independent niggas with no budget If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects Rap ass niggas ain't sayin nothing This flow here, niggas can't touch it Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket Sox gang off in the streets 10 hut, big squads are with me See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga Turn yo head to target for free Now I'm on, look at me Started, started with them pistols and palm trees Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that's all me See the set catch rap When I slide through throwin up a bill And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please This S to the K to the E to the M nigga New Rolls go vroom nigga Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga Got enough room to fill up a room nigga And I'm all in these, had 100 a go Gave her that dick now she beggin for more Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie But I ain't got, still got 100 to go And I do it, I does it I swear that you love it I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage Play with you rappers, my nigga This black mack Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it [Chorus]