College
(This is a certified hood classic)
Bop bop bop ugh
Bop bop bop ugh
Bop bop bop haha
Aye
Shawty give good brain college
Ima still hit that hoe even though she got mileage
Got my own drip I do not need a stylist
Got like eighty thousand all up on my wrist
Feel like Playboi Carti bitch ima die lit
Please don't run up on me nigga don't try it
I'm tryna rage, I'm tryna riot
Walk on the stage, they get excited
Aye, pop that boy like a perc
Don't play with gang cause we'll leave you hurt
Throw the racks, make a lil hoe twerk
John wick, with the stick get murked
He a bitch, he be wearing a skirt
Niggas birds, tweet tweet chirp chirp
Put a pussy nigga right in the dirt
I'm a rockstar shoutout to Kirk aye!
Riding 'round in a Acura
I'm with my vamps nigga no Dracula
I feel like Spider-Man bitch I'm spectacular
Don't try to test me, who is my challenger
Even if you try, you cannot stop me
I'll beat your ass like I'm Rocky
Niggas used to say I'm pussy but now that I'm winning they saying I'm cocky
Niggas used to say I'm ass, huh
Niggas used to say I'm shit, huh
I don't really give a fuck now cause they bitches they be on my dick, huh
Everywhere that I go, ugh
I gotta keep a stick, huh
If he really talking down I don't give a fuck cause he could get hit aye!
Riding 'round town with a Blick
I pull the Tec out the whip
He should know I ain't mad, always bout my money never bout a bih (Aye!)
I be rolling with the clique
Demon time on my wrist
I got like 20,40,60,80, hundred rounds left up in the clip
I-I-I I got your bitch she always be texting (Yeah!)
Red dot you know that I aim with a weapon (Yeah!)
I'm finna put this chopper in perspective (Yeah!)
Ima need more than money to respect him (Yeah!)
How many foreign cars do I be testing (Yeah!)
Foot always on the pedal like I'm stepping (Yeah!)
Ima be shooting shots they call me Stephen (Yeah!)
Ima make sure that he gon learn a lesson (Yeah!)
Shawty give good brain college
Ima still hit that hoe even though she got mileage (Yeah!)
Got my own drip I do not need a stylist
Got like eighty thousand all up on my wrist (Boom Boom Boom Boom)
Feel like Playboi Carti bitch ima die lit (Yeah!)
Please don't run up on me nigga don't try it (Yeah!)
I'm tryna rage, I'm tryna riot (Yeah!)
Walk on the stage, they get excited (Gang!)
(Gunshot)
