5 Panels

[Verse: Student 1]
I got way too many problems
Burden y'all with ’em no more
Acting like I'm gonna quit
Acting up, acting up, acting all lit
Swear to god niggas ain't nun to outwit
All your niggas ain’t really bout shit
Can't even do a quarter of a third a fucking bit
Of only one of any motherfucking thing a nigga did
Yeet, yaaa
Buddy you're mid
Yeet, yaaa
You been a kid
Yeet, yaaa
Do what you want
Cry when you don't
Cap like your lid
Yeet, yaaa
No, you don't get it
Run that bar back so you know that I said it
Over the heads of buffoons
Blind eyein' beef
I bet you as high as the moon, huh
I bet you falling off soon, huh
My dogs laughing at ya tune, huh
How the fuck you finna get you a plate
When your dish ran away with the spoon, huh
I'm gonna play your platoon
Did a lot of nothing and that's still where you at
You out of time it’s no doubt about that
Gimme that fiddle and call me the cat bitch
Well come like a doormat man
And about earlier really I’m Batman
Pardon my French but you know how it go
Like superiors don't wanna be that man
Shapin’ up
Tip top
These niggas my sons I'ma daddy up
So don't talk about shit when I addy up
I get chicken you be crabby all to patty up
Head turn like Stu when he mad he up
Any time you fucking hear me
Don't even gotta say shit anymore
I be like you, spit unclearly
Lowkey below me where you sat
You can’t admit acting like hats
You actin' like lil potatoes
Same go for the fakeS and the rats

[Chorus: Student 1] [X3]
You cannot
Talk shit
You cannot see me, ay
You cannot
Capture
What I can freely, ay
I cannot either on my channels
I can't be looking like 5 panels
I cannot either on my channels
I can't be looking like 5 panels
Damn