High School

[Verse 1] Came from the traps back Where fronting gets you backslapped I used to play school empty backpack Drugs in my nutsack Fat stacks all over [?] Loudpack I kept that When I hit the hallways with that purp They won't forget that You ain't have no money then your headphones I'd accept that Every other hallway I would be like yeah I sex that Teachers had em shook used to make em bitches step back Take your hat off bitch hell no And I'm on my cellphone Smelling like I just blew an elbow Kickin back in class with my feet up Teachers think I'm G'd up Bitch dont even know I just re-up When that bell ring I finna tear the streets up Then blow a stack on 2-5th and get my sneaks up Niggas in my class they was mad they couldn't keep up Hating on a young nigga wishin they could be us Cause we up haha nigga but you can't be I know u mad though you niggas can't stand me Fuck niggas Like yeah Hand raised to use the bathroom finna make a stop though Only went to school for the guap yo Plus they had mad hoes in one spot Me and my gpn niggas hit em with dumb cock Thats dumb twat that was freshman year I was little but i run blocks Sophomore year was robbin Now i'm running from cops Junior year i ran a building bitch I was established went there And clocked a buck twenty on average That means i made twenty dollars an hour for six hours Everyday to come sit around you faggots Ask your sister bout me i was really on some rad shit Told them i had allergies when really i was blasted Any pharmaceuticals you need it bitch i had it From weed to the e's you want that huh Lets get it crackin i wasn't cuttin school But i was cuttin most my classes And if the bitch was bad u could probably bet i smashed it Or tried to, waka flocka flames in my itunes Bobbin in the [?] high as hell with my goons Used to do the boot cut trues with the night boots [?]