Graduation

Lyrics

[Intro] ShittyBoyz (Tommy II) (No, Julius) Shit, shit, shit Ayy (ShittyBoyz) [Verse] Gang, I know how you feel, it could always be worse Dawg went and bought a gun, he should've went and got a hearse I can't leave this bitch alone, is it the pussy or a curse? Man, that little-ass stack is what I charge for a verse Man, that little-ass problem, take a walk in my shoes And whoever go against us murder likely gon' lose Never had a silver spoon, I bought my first pair of Trues Me and bro both ballin' on him like we playin' twos I'm the coldest in the league Fast-ass beat, make a nigga wanna speed If you ever talkin' 'bout somе money, I'm intrigued Smellin' likе money 'cause my spray on some Creed Who care who did it first? I care about longevity I just got some new white buffs, lookin' heavenly Beat her back end, now she talkin' 'bout she's scared of me Yeah, that bitch alive, but I swear to God she dead to me This ain't graduation but these niggas all cap Who gassed your head up and made you think you really that? Bro, you a cornball, and I know that for a fact I can drop a tape and all the songs slap You should probably slap whoever let you wear that shit Step in my closet, show you how to wear a 'fit I don't need a stylist, I've been stylin' since a youngin Hit her from the back, this ain't track but she runnin' We can go to war, I'm sendin' bullets, Pat Mahomes Niggas get in beef and then they go and make a song I shouldn't even have to explain how that shit wrong If you do a crime, just don't do it with your phone That's how these niggas get hit with them calendars Two-seater Porsche, no, boy, this ain't no Challenger Baby got that blickie on her but she ridin' shotgun Dick sucker, I would hate you if you was my son I hate niggas, I be feelin' kind of racist And I'm always workin', I don't never feel complacent Wait your turn, the ones not rewarded too impatient If you have a vision with a plan, you gon' make it Need some motivation? Take a look at my life Used to be cheap, now I don't look at the price Gave up on twenty just 'cause I was feelin' nice I'm tryna get rich, bro, I don't care about no stripes I don't need nobody tryna validate me Fast-ass whip and this bitch ain't got a key Check went through, let's go on a shoppin' spree You know I'm one of one, nobody really like Dee I'ma run it up, these niggas movin' like a turtle Man, life a bitch 'cause it was shit I had to hurdle Watch your close friends and whoever in your circle Niggas be watchin' out knowin' they'll hurt you (Watch) [Outro] ShittyBoyz (Tommy II) (No, Julius)