Dropout

Hook: Growin' up got A's and B's in school ain't have to drop out I ain't want no 9 to 5 cause that's a cop-out And now everytime I pop out I just bring a lot out Don't matter anywhere that I go, I'm gon bring the Glock out My niggas wit that, pull up get busy and skat Yo bitch told Mally, she tryna let me hit from the back Might tip, wanna give her a rack, can't come in my house Unless you was givin' the neck, so handle ya business or Jet, won't sit at my table unless you was givin' a check or took Half percentage of that... Verse 1: I wasn't tryna holla, unless you was givin a profit or took Half percentage of that I'm gon do whatever involvin' me gettin' to that check ain't No line of scrimmage for that And you know the numbers if you callin' me for a show Pull up or get it in Jet, TSA trippin' I don't fuck wit the flight Attendants, I can't wait to get on a Jet 18, 19 drinkin' 8th's on the road, did 20 dates on the road Tryna get to court, but I still got a show in New York I was fightin' my case on the road My brother be shippin' and gift wrappin' away sellin' And taping them poles And 2 of em' gone, soon as the pack touch down Now we got 28 of them ho's Walk in yo club, fuck it up wit the rolls Bitches get pussy, don't pay for them ho's And if I decided I'm gon make it rain, fuck up a check on Like 8 of them ho's Bring yo bitch over, if she say my name I do my thang, she can't take it no more Save me the games, I'll blow out ya brains If I reach inside these Balmain's Just don't interfere wit my lane Hook Verse 2: Was never a dummy, I ain't have to drop out Went on the road just to rock out Wanted money, got tired I had none when I popped out Rollin' up blunts at my ma's house I ran up me a check, fell in love wit designer Still saw them deals, and ain't sign em' I can see I appeal to yo ho like I'm Santa Spit somethin' for me, I'll sign her And when my teacher sat in the classroom I had it, still could complete my assignments When she ask me if I been to sleep and I hadn't Couldn't had been, I was grindin' Remember niggas addin', I was just static But what they be, I was shinin' Just go back on my record of history of hatred you See come from me, underline it And the average nigga got half of the patience as me I go from A to the Z, wait out his house in the bushes From 8 to 3, hop out give him 8 from the G Call me "G Herbo", or say "Herbo Baby" for sweet But don't take the H from the G Baby don't play wit the G Call me when you put the babies to sleep Come thru I'm tryna put ya face in the sheets Hook