Alumni

Lean in a cup weed in a blunt oh my Oh my god im lit oh my god im high so fried And i ain't with the new friends you might be a fun guy Only real niggas and bitches step in the alumni The alumni The alumni You niggas must be a fun guy yeah aye The alumni Step in the club Party we party we go to the max Go to the max we gone off the thrax Gone off the thrax Step in the kitchen i whipping the stove Whipping the stove until the shit gone Cookin it serving it junkies be lurking They want it they want it they need it they got it Profit i need the profit ima stack Profit i need the profit i like racks You trying to smoke put a twenty on that you Say you the best put a bentley on that Put a kidney on that Aim at your head put a cemi on that Your bitch on my dick got a hell of a rack Look at my swag i be hell of a mac Why they holding me back Why is these little niggas holding me back. Can't nobody hold me back Can't nobody hold me back Pull up in lack Go to the max Gone off the thrax yeah I be gone off the thrax