Back in School

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Gettin' rap money and trap money, I can't stop trappin' I can't wait 'til the summertime to catch my favorite opp lackin' Catch a nigga at a green light and stop traffic You be givin' freak hoes your money, niggas livin' backwards Before I had a bank, I hid it in my mattress Seventeen hundred for a fuckin' jacket I wasn't born in Chiraq, but I ain't never lackin' You was broke all year until you got your taxes [Verse 2: BabyTron] Huh Ever been blowed, scammin' on the phone and forgot your accent? The beef all fun and games 'til they drop your casket Lil' cuddy slimy, he'll ask like, "Let me rock your glasses" Don't get your buffs snatched Back in school, you was cryin' for your lunch back Back in school, you got beat up and ain't punch back Shе been a ho since a baby, that's a Rugrat Made 'em throw thе towel in, was lookin' like a bloodbath [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] I'm in Beecher, out here boolin', where the bloods at? Got the 40 in the club, this bitch compact I went to school with a K in my backpack Bro said they like that Scat Pack, they finna carjack it I was trappin' in the fuckin' wintertime, I had a Carhartt hat Two clips taped to the gun like a Pop-Tart pack I got a ten-milli' for you big niggas just like Shaq She gon' let me fuck on her for free, you gotta buy her cat [Verse 4: BabyTron] I ain't sip no drank in like a week Got the monkey on my bag, but the shrooms on my head Keep it on me while I'm sleep, got the tool on my bed Freaky-ass whore left a pool of drool on my legs Metal on me, cyborg Stone Island windbreaker, call me Rhyhorn Never said I love you, so it ain't no need to cry, whore You a role-player, sit back and watch the guys score [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] The trap goin' hard, got 'em beatin' down my side door Lil'-ass nigga can't fuck with me, he wear a size four A nigga put my name in a song, I'ma slide for it I'm tryna hit the road and do scams, who tryna drive for us? Made him run from the Drac', niggas just like Forrest You gotta hold that bitch steady 'cause it jump like Jordan Nigga mentioned Gabe name and got his life shortened I be on bullshit, I'll fly this nigga bitch to Florida [Verse 6: BabyTron] Then make her drive to Georgia With a map and a backpack just like she Dora Better not let the cops check it or it's chop suey Jefe bullshittin', pourin' Wocky in a Trop Smoothie Out of seven games, I bet we win four Fall off, bounce back, it ain't shit to get more Wouldn't chase a bitch unless she was the mail lady Vernors x the Quagen, finna do my ginger ale crazy ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cams