F**k School
YEE!
I hopped in the whip and drove to your school
First target I shoot at the ones that look cool
Like the retarded kid make your head drool
Go get the chlorine I'm creating pools
There is no reason to block off the windows and doors
My hollow tips getting thru
Teacher be panicking
Calling for backup
Put the phone what the fuck they gone do
They ain't know my lil baby a shooter
She rod and pop out with the Ruger
She catch you lackin I'm not talking bout sex but I swear this lil bitch finna do ya
She cut yo dick off now you can't fuck with me
Shot at yo legs now you can't run from me
If I don't get charged and found out snitched
I'm coming for you no your not done with me
Pockets out
Hands go up
Put your shit in the bag so I can go eat noodles with ground beef (yum yum yum)
Where's the teacher?
I know you gone snitch like a bitch On your knees (no no) deceased, R.I.P
R.O.D. she gone lie or post the bail
If not those two then I'll break out of jail
Since I'm a felon I can't get a job so my option is put bricks up for sale
Go find the person that snitched don't matter how long ago
Bruh you're going to hell
Get rid of the evidence
Go make another song
Fuck on your hoe and I do that shit well
Bitch!
I hopped in the whip and drove to your school
First target I shoot at the ones that look cool
Like the retarded kid make your head drool
Go get the chlorine I'm creating pools
There is no reason to block off the windows and doors
My hollow tips getting thru
Teacher be panicking
Calling for backup
Put the phone what the fuck they gone do
They ain't know my lil baby a shooter
She rod and pop out with the Ruger
She catch you lackin I'm not talking bout sex but I swear this lil bitch finna do ya
She cut yo dick off now you can't fuck with me
Shot at yo legs now you can't run from me
If I don't get charged and found out snitched
I'm coming for you no your not done with me
Pockets out
Hands go up
Put your shit in the bag so I can go eat noodles with ground beef (yum yum yum)
Where's the teacher?
I know you gone snitch like a bitch On your knees (no no) deceased, R.I.P
R.O.D. she gone lie or post the bail
If not those two then I'll break out of jail
Since I'm a felon I can't get a job so my option is put bricks up for sale
Go find the person that snitched don't matter how long ago
Bruh you're going to hell
Get rid of the evidence
Go make another song
Fuck on your hoe and I do that shit well
Bitch!
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Writer(s): Armani Edwards
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