Man Of The Year (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q

Written by：J. Padgett

Yea yea yea yeah

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Bruh I see girls everywhere

Titty a** hands in the air it's a party over here

Shake it for the man of the year

Uh man of the year man of the bounce

Home of the party and the trees

Sunny la land of the GS

Please let a ni**a breathe

Tank top top down for the breeze

Burnt lips got a blunt full of w**d

Peace love enemies

Ni**a I ain't come for the beef

You ain't know she came for the skeet

Got bites for the cheeks

Ni**a I'm the life of the beat

F**k that this year gotta eat

Bounce for the crown

You be hating and I still hold it down

When you around man

The girls never lounge

Man I heard you a hound

Rock man that b**ch need a pound

Tip tip tip bounce out of gown

Hiendside to the sound

Yeah I'm the rich ni**a now

I'm the talk of the town

Make a b**ch run her mouth

Go south of the border

Down to the floor

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

Yea yea yea yeah

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Bounce bounce bounce

Bounce bounce bounce

Home of the slanging on the curb

W**d cards every corner sell herb

What you fly to a bird

Ni**a I could pitch you a curb

Or

Let this real sh*t occur

Make mills from a verse

Watch me cop a crib in the burbs

Ni**a you ain't said nothing

But a word

Smoke something for your nerves

Home of the paid on the first

Then a ni**a going broke by the third

Bounce for the crown

Fast forward getting real

Tell me now

Every dog need a cat

To meow every once in a while

I see hands in the crowds

See whites blacks blazing a pound

Jumping around

Tits a** bump out her gown

Bounce from the ground

Hype from the sound

This verse right from the morgue

Down from the floor

Bounce bounce bounce

Yea yea yea yeah

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Rap sh*t guns everywhere

Titties a** hands in the air

So party over here

Strictly for the man of the year uh

Ma man of the year

Ma man of the bounce

Bounce bounce bounce

Bounce bounce bounce