Oxy Music Lyrics - Habits & Contradictions - Schoolboy Q

[Intro/Chorus 1:] 

Yeah; I got my hustle dog 

I gets my hustle off, oxycontin hero-oine 

Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog 

Don't make me chop him off 

Chop chop chop chop, knock him off 

[ScHoolboy Q:] 

Blood on the wall, death in the air 

Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere 

Devil's in the eyes, babies always cry 

Poppa never home, fuck it we all alone 

Tryin to get rich yeah that talkin right 

Grab me the beaker I'll measure the white 

Heat up the water, drop it in pot 

Baking soda and ice cubes make it rock 

Get you a saucer the razor go chop 

Get you a Glock and invest in a block 

Set up your shop, dare 'em to pop 

Fucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shot 

Ya ya~! 

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[Chorus 1] 

[Chorus 2:] 

Cra-zayy; I got my hustle dog 

I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all 

Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog 

Don't make me chop him off 

Knock knock knock knock, knock him off 

[ScHoolboy Q:] 

Satan in your soul, let it take control 

Oxycontin fiends, keep the foil low 

Let the pill burn, inhale exhale it slow 

Let your heart explode, drop you to the flo' 

I gets the dough, I hustle hard 

Ace Hood ain't got shit on moi 

Green beans, 80's for sure 

They like what I'm talkin bout 

You know what I'm talkin bout? 

No syringes or nothin just heroins cousin smoke mufflers out 

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[Chorus 1] 

[Chorus 2] 

[ScHoolboy Q:] 

Only Lords knows, and only time'll tell 

Will I got to heaven, or will I burn in hell? 

Music in my mind, vibratin down my spine 

Travels to my heart, shoulda been here from the start 

Now I get bread for my audio 

(Call me your pusher these bars that I'm pushin) 

You know I ain't talkin a Xanny bro 

(Nigga we on it be up by the mornin) 

You wreck a new bitch wearin panties though 

(Threw out my line) Fished up for sho' 

(Nigga we eatin) You oughts to know 

(Put my big boy in her) nebulo 

There she blows, #HiiPower controllin 

Our hustle keep goin sh-shittin on niggaz 

Excuse all our colons, boss after boss 

Don't be pissed that we ballin we here for the moment 

(We gettin this cash) My flows be imported 

My bitch be imported, my grind get distorted 

Your life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployin 

Loosin my brain while recordin on 

[Outro:] 

[Laughter] 

Q! [x3] 

Ooh-ooh! [x3] 

Yeahhhhh, Q~!