It’s the end of class you the only one we packing up
Swing with machetes like Jason ima hack em up
I know they act hard but them p#ssies are laughable
He think he a don but that little boy packable
Cause he brought an AR and I brought a rocket
He talking that sh#t we gon get outta pocket
My choppa my sidekick like Batman and robin
Hundred round drum that sh#t get to poppin
Cause I told my gunnas to pull that boys card
Connecting like WiFi we hop out the car
Heard he want static little boy you not hard
Might pull up with a 40 in a gtr
Heard he want static my n#gg#s might go super sayain
Go super sayain wait (shh)
Why these n#gg#s scream when they rap
I might walk up to the corner store with a buck 50 and get me a wrap
We gon roll up all the rats
I think my drako is gay
The way it be clapping them n#gg#s that talking that sh#t like everyday
Ay
Run to the cash
Run to the cash
Now that I’m rich I’m living to lavish
Hit him in his spine he turn to a cabbage
21 rounds I’m feeling like savage
Hitting my dance my toe to the left
Then im finna pop it and stir like a chef
Then I’m looking up
And I’m looking down
Then ima walk that little p#ss# boy down (yeah)
It’s the end of class you the only one we packing up
Swing with machetes like Jason ima hack em up
I know they act hard but them p#ssies are laughable
He think he a don but that little boy packable
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