This is not a love song / magic carpet

[Verse 1]
Talk back, can you call back, just respond back to me (To me)
I'm in this Benz with my day-one friends, slidin'
We stuntin' on the high school bullies (Bullies)
Pi-pi-pimpin' out the whip 'cause they ain't ride with us fully (Fully, yeah, fully, yeah, fully, yeah, fully, yeah)

[Chorus]
Class is in session (Class is in session)
Fine ass teacher, I gave her dick in detention
She said, "I don't need much, just dick and attention" (Dick and attention)
Boy, you not the one, I speed off in a different direction (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
'Cause I live life in the fast lane (Fast lane)
Keep up with me, don't empty your gas tank (Gas tank)
We came a long way from the mud, remember the bad days?
Pussy, it's Christian Williams, remember the last name
I be choosin', you don't ever make decisions
No, you're excluded, you don't ever stay to listen
Bro, you confusin' me with all these contradictions
And miscommitments, am I talkin' to Christian? (Christian, Christian)
Or is it yvngxchris again, is it yvngxchris Tucker, is it—
You know what? Fuck it, it's cool, lately, been on other shit
Healing stage, I'm done with you, you could fuck another bitch
Claimin' she in love with you (Another bitch in love with you)

[Chorus]
Class is in session (Class is in session)
Fine ass teacher, I gave her dick in detention (Gave her dick in detention)
She said, "I don't need much, just dick and attention" (Dick and attention)
Boy, you not the one, I speed off in a different direction (Nyoom, skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 3]
Magic carpet, I'm Aladdin, you could be Jasmine (Jasmine)
We go up, up, and away, in Waikiki, laughin' (Laughin')
On balcony, she gaggin', just imagine (Gaggin', just imagine, just imagine)
Livin', chillin' in the hills of LA, girl, let's kick it (Chillin', kick it)
What it is? Where you stay? You act different (Different)
Ever since you dipped VA on the internet, and in the streets, on-demand
Y'all niggas, uh, in the net and in the street, I never care
I'm finna, uh, spend a check on Louis V and Ralph Lauren
I spin the, uh, Trackhawk, the fast shit I crashed off the last shit
I passed off my last bitch to my bro (Bitch to my bro)
Attached to a past tense, I let go (I let go)
But in math class, that fat ass sit in front row
Your face, or that whole fit, don't know which I love more (I don't know)
I'll trade my whole shit for a kiss, just one more
If you get cold, I'll hold the sun closer (Sun closer)
And I'ma show respect, I got the utmost (The utmost)
I'm the Romeo to your Juliet, no love song (Love song)

[Outro]
This is not a love song (This is not a love song)