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At school I ain't type
So why the f**k would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right (Huh)
L462
Gang

At school I ain't type
So why the f**k would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack an opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin' on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his a** in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinnin'

I got the bag and b*t*h I got the mula, don't look my direction we guaped up
Walk in the club all my n***as got semis, don't look at my section we glocked up
Pu**y boy thought he was gifted, well then treat his a** like a gift get him boxed up
You snitchin' yourself saying names in your raps, no you not livin' that now you locked up
Lot of money mean a lot of hundreds, pretty b*t*hes on me I be f**kin' hoes
War beater and a heart breaker, she can love the d**k but I ain't cuffin' hoes
Not a rainbow I like different color money, blue strips, fell in love with those
Spinnin' like Jack in the Box we been crackin' the opps, with my shottas we clutchin' poles
Moving around with my gang members, them the same n***as that ain't playin' with you
Claimin' that's yo brother but he snitchin', that's the same n***a that was sprayin' with you
How yo a** my brother we got different struggles, sandbox I wasn't playing with you
Got a little older, moved to the trap house and in fact I wasn't paying with you
At school I ain't type
So why the f**k would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leaning on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his a** in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning

Choppa be singing that b*t*h can hit C notes
Save my bro like a hero
Shooting at villains, drum come with a 50, we blowin' this b*t*h 'til it's zero
And that f**k sh*t, I can't f**k with, I see through these n***as like a peephole
Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffin' the racks in my pillow
I got bands b*t*h, but still clutchin' that tool and it blow like a motherf**kin' fan, b*t*h
Whatchu sayin' b*t*h, heard you talk out yo neck, put this tool in yo throat let it blam, b*t*h
And I ain't lying b*t*h
L462 we be spraying sh*t
Peanut b***er 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick
Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep, man his a** should've known we wasn't payin' sh*t
Hopping out on my lil' slaughter sh*t, glocky on me I'mma slide a b*t*h, geekin' on Xanax and molly b*t*h
Mixing the Ac with my sprite and sh*t
30 on me it ain't tucked
I might just stick up the plug
I've just been doing these jobs
Mixing the sprite with my mud
At school I ain't type
So why the f**k would I go tight with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm popping Xans through the night
Then crack an opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin' on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his a** in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinnin', huh

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