CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : High School
Slap an 808 on the back of that thing and we out of here
Dunk
The f**k?
Brr,?pow
When?I ride, my?sh*t in my lap, lil' n***a
F**k?reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
Most of these n***as out here got heat
But still get beat, boy, they still weak (Haha)
Trying to hard just to be street (On god)
I'ma go in your jaw and step on your feet
Boy, these n***as sweet
Just like a teacher, she say, "Turn on my song", wanna f**k to my beat
Tryna right my wrongs, tryna stay out the street
Don't care 'bout the weather, still got my heat
Lil' b*t*h, respect me when I speak
Yo' n***a get nervous when he see me
Can't wait 'til my daughter see me on TV
Her boyfriend mad, he just wanna be me (On god)
At my show in Hawaii and they know my CD (On god)
I know a debo b*t*h we call her Dede
And my BDB chain filled up with VV's
I'm gettin' racks, still eatin' at Cici's (Gettin' racks at Cici's)
Know that I'm street as soon as you see me
You can get stomped, for actin' like he know me
I know plugs that still owe me (On god)
I never ride by my lonely
When I ride, got fire on me (bow bow)
When I shoot I'm hittin' my opponent
Want this smoke? Let's get sh*t rollin'
Got to gun so big lil n***a couldn't hold it (Brrr)
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
I shoot up the club, I shoot up the street (Brrr)
These n***as ain't gangster, ain't never been street (The f**k)
Sell a little bit of drugs, that ain't sh*t to me (Uh uh)
You still get robbed for taxing on the weed (Haha)
F**k around got blood all on my tee
Swear I see 21, need to see ID
F**k around with me, he gon' need IV (Haha)
B*t*h I went to Garinger, shout-out to the G
And I grew up on Shamrock shout-out to the East (East)
Used my first strap at age 15
Got racks in my pistol and racks in my jeans
My arm so long like I'm Kenny, ya mean?
Yo b*t*h let me f**k, I don't know her name I (Uh uh)
I do this for racks, you do this for fame
Touch the hair on my head, we gon' bust yo brain
I ain't between her legs, I just want her brain
Big Trevor got dope, Lil Nunechi got 'caine
These boys had sticks every where that we came
When I refuse to beef with a lame
Tenth Side pop put dirt on my name (Haha, yeah)
Keep on in the head, gun always in range
Definitely the reason for this BDB chain
Put yo a** up, send you back where you came
No small fame, I'ma be in my name (Brrr)
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
Dunk
The f**k?
Brr,?pow
When?I ride, my?sh*t in my lap, lil' n***a
F**k?reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
Most of these n***as out here got heat
But still get beat, boy, they still weak (Haha)
Trying to hard just to be street (On god)
I'ma go in your jaw and step on your feet
Boy, these n***as sweet
Just like a teacher, she say, "Turn on my song", wanna f**k to my beat
Tryna right my wrongs, tryna stay out the street
Don't care 'bout the weather, still got my heat
Lil' b*t*h, respect me when I speak
Yo' n***a get nervous when he see me
Can't wait 'til my daughter see me on TV
Her boyfriend mad, he just wanna be me (On god)
At my show in Hawaii and they know my CD (On god)
I know a debo b*t*h we call her Dede
And my BDB chain filled up with VV's
I'm gettin' racks, still eatin' at Cici's (Gettin' racks at Cici's)
Know that I'm street as soon as you see me
You can get stomped, for actin' like he know me
I know plugs that still owe me (On god)
I never ride by my lonely
When I ride, got fire on me (bow bow)
When I shoot I'm hittin' my opponent
Want this smoke? Let's get sh*t rollin'
Got to gun so big lil n***a couldn't hold it (Brrr)
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
I shoot up the club, I shoot up the street (Brrr)
These n***as ain't gangster, ain't never been street (The f**k)
Sell a little bit of drugs, that ain't sh*t to me (Uh uh)
You still get robbed for taxing on the weed (Haha)
F**k around got blood all on my tee
Swear I see 21, need to see ID
F**k around with me, he gon' need IV (Haha)
B*t*h I went to Garinger, shout-out to the G
And I grew up on Shamrock shout-out to the East (East)
Used my first strap at age 15
Got racks in my pistol and racks in my jeans
My arm so long like I'm Kenny, ya mean?
Yo b*t*h let me f**k, I don't know her name I (Uh uh)
I do this for racks, you do this for fame
Touch the hair on my head, we gon' bust yo brain
I ain't between her legs, I just want her brain
Big Trevor got dope, Lil Nunechi got 'caine
These boys had sticks every where that we came
When I refuse to beef with a lame
Tenth Side pop put dirt on my name (Haha, yeah)
Keep on in the head, gun always in range
Definitely the reason for this BDB chain
Put yo a** up, send you back where you came
No small fame, I'ma be in my name (Brrr)
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' b*t*h, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak (Haha, yeah)
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
When I ride, my sh*t in my lap, lil n***a
F**k reachin' up under a seat (Baow, baow, baow)
How you a gangster, but n***a in high school?
You was one of them n***as I used to beat (I used to beat lil' n***a, on God)
Most of these n***as out here sell drugs
But they don't mean sh*t, f**k n***a still weak
Most of these n***as out here got guns
But they don't mean sh*t, n***a still get beat
