High School

[Verse 1]

Came from the traps back
Where fronting gets you backslapped
I used to play school empty backpack
Drugs in my nutsack
Fat stacks all over [?]
Loudpack I kept that
When I hit the hallways with that purp
They won't forget that
You ain't have no money then your headphones I'd accept that
Every other hallway I would be like yeah I sex that
Teachers had em shook used to make em bitches step back
Take your hat off bitch hell no
And I'm on my cellphone
Smelling like I just blew an elbow
Kickin back in class with my feet up
Teachers think I'm G'd up
Bitch dont even know I just re-up
When that bell ring I finna tear the streets up
Then blow a stack on 2-5th and get my sneaks up
Niggas in my class they was mad they couldn't keep up
Hating on a young nigga wishin they could be us
Cause we up haha nigga but you can't be
I know u mad though you niggas can't stand me
Fuck niggas

Like yeah

Hand raised to use the bathroom finna make a stop though
Only went to school for the guap yo
Plus they had mad hoes in one spot
Me and my gpn niggas hit em with dumb cock
Thats dumb twat that was freshman year
I was little but i run blocks
Sophomore year was robbin
Now i'm running from cops
Junior year i ran a building bitch
I was established went there
And clocked a buck twenty on average
That means i made twenty dollars an hour for six hours
Everyday to come sit around you faggots
Ask your sister bout me i was really on some rad shit
Told them i had allergies when really i was blasted
Any pharmaceuticals you need it bitch i had it
From weed to the e's you want that huh
Lets get it crackin i wasn't cuttin school
But i was cuttin most my classes
And if the bitch was bad u could probably bet i smashed it
Or tried to, waka flocka flames in my itunes
Bobbin in the [?] high as hell with my goons
Used to do the boot cut trues with the night boots
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