Dub Sac lyrics

[Part 1: Produced by Dave Free]

[Chorus]
I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Rolling 'round like, "f*ck it," rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"

[Verse 1]
That sh*t weak, your b*tch weak
That's too bad, my b*tch 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 do it on the di*k 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 sexing sexy women
(Only sexing sexy women)
(Only sexing sexy women)
That like to do them nasty thangs
You know, I like them nasty thangs
Can't f*ck with them whips and chains
I got a b*tch 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 ass home
But just yesterday me and Agent J
[Chorus]
I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Rolling 'round like, "f*ck it," rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"

[Bridge]
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga

[Verse 2]
You're so weak, you don't know me, Soulo so low-key
In Lord, Legends, infinity, oh, God showed off inventing me
Me and K with the promoter, drop the fo' up in the sod-er
I'm unraveling Backwoods
And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya
What's hatteninn?
I've been gone too long, but b*tch, I'm back again
Except this time I'm owed
Had that Chevy Celebrity the same age as me
With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15, I mean
[Chorus]
I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"
Rolling 'round like, "f*ck it," rolling 'round like, "f*ck it"

[Bridge]
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga
(Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson n*gga, just a lil' Carson n*gga

[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*gga, don't get sh*t 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 vegetable
South Pole jeans, fat laces in all our shoes
A n*gga turned into an oracle
Treat the damn booth like a urinal
Smoking a stogie in a terminal
I had a dub sac in my bucket, rolling 'round like "f*ck it"
Paul Jeremy, Doe and me tryna match a nugget
Pass the blunt to BC, AR and AJ
King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me
[Outro]
I had a dub sac in my bucket...
Capital C!

[Part 2: Produced by Tommy Black]

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
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

[Interlude: A-Mack (over Ab-Soul)]
f*ck outta here, man, you dumb ass n*ggas! You n*ggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and sh*t man. Quit playing. This is serious bruh, n*ggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb sh*t; a n*gga ain't tryna hear that man. I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my n*gga. This sh*t's over here from the grass... (?) We gon' handle it, how handle it my n*gga straight like that, bruh. Eh, n*ggas out here look silly, my n*gga. Like bruh, if you don't know me, look at my f*cking Twitter, my n*gga. It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping n*ggas and b*tches for fun, straight like that

[Verse 4: Punch]
n*ggas 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, manifest into little Kendrick
Now everybody feel it
Even n*ggas who didn't know, they try to forget it!
Selective amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days
n*ggas ask about pressure
I grew up watching freebase literally eat the face of my hood
So basically I beat the case, I vanished but left a trace
Just in case a n*gga gotta go back
Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

[Chorus: 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