School 2marrow

A.O.! (Woo!) (Ugh, Aye!) I been goin’ hard Clip fit about 17 like my name benard (fah, fah, fah!) Shots ringing down the boulevard Catch an opp, lay em’ out like clothes And he got school tomorrow Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can’t do the mall Middle finger to the laws, we don’t f*ck with hogs Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can’t get too involved (fah, fah, fah!) You hear them gun sounds, Fan em with the choppa, got em dancing hit that doo doo brown Hollow tips, smack em in his spleen make him doo doo sound Hollow tips, dumping at his team got em moonwalkin’ Michael Jackson, spin around his block then untwist his top Remote control, hit pause on his play make his heart stop When i got that call about tay made my heart drop Switch on the chop just like Diddy this shit won’t stop (fah, fah!) Cant Stop, (fah, fah!) Won’t stop, Had to ditch them old pops cause them phones hot I’d serve my own pops if that dope lock I just made some new money off my old block All these fucking homicides like its O’Block He was talking all that hot shit til he got cold-cocked All this bread on my plate like a cold cut Police ass nigga smell like bacon and some doughnuts (Woo!) (Ugh, Aye!) I been goin’ hard Clip fit about 17 like my name benard (fah, fah, fah!) Shots ringing down the boulevard Catch an opp, lay em’ out like clothes And he got school tomorrow Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can’t do the mall Middle finger to the laws, we don’t f*ck with hogs Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can’t get too involved They been asking who I am like I aint been a star Clip full of 762’s a really do em harsh Drop dead, switch on that glock call it Owen Hart Don’t make me them cables on my shooters thats a jump start (wow wait) Them tips hit you yo chest feel like some winter fresh I been at the finish line and you aint finished yet? Tell yo bitch I’m bout my paper where the pencil at? Shooters itching for a body thats that perc effect You give yo heart up to these streets watch how the streets attack I did so much off the love still got my heart attacked Pour all my pain inside a cup now all my habits back Talking to Mooka but i feel like he aint talking back I talked to Slick he told me Ackie bring that pressure back Know all my grits come with toast like a breakfast pack I aint going back and forth this aint no ping pong When that bitch get to singing it be like (Woo!) (Ugh, Aye!) I been goin’ hard Clip fit about 17 like my name benard (fah, fah, fah!) Shots ringing down the boulevard Catch an opp, lay em’ out like clothes And he got school tomorrow Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can’t do the mall Middle finger to the laws, we don’t f*ck with hogs Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can’t get too involved Nigga you don’t wanna meet the shottas you will die tomorrow 20 g’s on me in the stu aint even hit the mall Lil nigga try to bust a move imma kill his dog 15 hunnid for a feature all you gotta do is call I was just locked up who was there when I was between them walls? Set this bitch off not at all you aint gon take shit dog Boy i’ll get ruthless leave you toothless we’ll crack yo jaw Told my mama I’m a gangsta rapper I used to run the halls Skipping school fucking all the bitches leaving cum in her draws Yo ass better duck these bullets jumping like kermit the frog Put his dead ass in a backwood look like a fucking log You got a lil money and changed up I ain’t do that at all Bosses having goals 54th you know how we get down Hunnid round we’ll pull up and wet yo fuckin town Smack down you gon get yo bitch ass put in the ground 54 babies from them trees you know how we get down