Ab-Soul - Dub Sac lyrics

[Hook:] I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "f** it" Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "f** it" OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "f** it" Rolling around like "f** it", rolling around like "f** it" [Verse 1:] That sh** weak, your b**h weak that's too bad, my b**h bad Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceañera Ever had a chick to do it on the dick to capoeira Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second Getting money, blowing digits only s**ing s**y women Only s**in' s**y women only s** is s**y women That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things Can't f** with them whips and chains I got a b**h that do, but I ain't got no gavel Baby wanna know what's under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt Call the car service, get your a** home, but just yesterday me and Agent J [Hook] [Post-Hook:] What's happenin'? [x8] OZ in this Benzo OZ in this Benzo Just a lil' Carson, n***a [x8] [Verse 2:] You're so weak, you don't know me Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity Oh God showed off inventing me Me and K with the promoter Drop the fo' up in the soder I'm unraveling backwoods And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya Whats happening? I've been gone too long, but b**h I'm back again Except this time I'm old Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15 I mean [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Verse 3:] You still weak, you last week I'm next month, twist the next blunt The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up n***a, don't get sh** misconstrued We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff Getting women in the mood We tell the truth up in the nude Breaking news, breaking news I'm enlightening like Pikachu All I do is what you wouldn't think to do Silk, don't you remember that [?] South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes A n***a turned into an oracle Treat the damn booth like a urinal Smoking a stogie in a terminal I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "f** it" Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget Pa** the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me I had a dub sack in my bucket Capital C [Ab-Soul & A-Mack:] I just might be in yo hood (f** outta here man, you dumb a** n***as! You n***as are silly out here tryin' to look cute and sh** man) I just might be in yo hood (Quit playing. This is serious bruh, n***as wanna come talk to me about all this dumb sh**; a n***a ain't tryna hear that man I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my n***a) This sh**s over here from the gra**... [?] I just might be in yo hood (We gon' handle it, how handle it my n***a straight like that, bruh) (Eh n***as out here look silly, my n***a Like bruh, if you don't know me look at my f**ing Twitter, my n***a) I just might be in yo hood (It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping n***as and b**hes for fun, straight like that) [Verse 4 - Punch:] n***as chased my uncle there, through God's grace the gun jammed I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds These Days it's a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick Now everybody feel it, even n***as who didn't know, they try to forget it! Selective Amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days n***as ask about pressure I grew up watching free base Literally the face of my hood... So basically I beat the case I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a n***a gotta go back Yeah, it's not for games if I say that [Hook - Ab-Soul & SZA:] I just might be in yo hood I just might be in yo hood I just might be in yo hood I just might be in yo hood