Locker room anthem

Pull up in the foreign
All the homies counting bodies
Drop an AK on the party
I'm not feeling sorry
Bringing out the vapes
Maybe sneak a hit
Even big boy Adam cannot even handle it

Bring the weed
Bring the Bring the weed out
I got plugs in hood for when I'm around
Blowing clouds as we're going downtown
"No I didn't get the mods"
You're a mothefucking clown

I got bitches in the back listening to my raps
I got fiji bottled water no I do not drink tap
Rob the safeway down the block till there's nothing left to grab
Fucking get in my way boy you're gonna be stabbed

Maybe skirt around the block
Bitch
I'm running out of juice
Bitch
I need the mint nic
Bitch
Buy me fucking pods
Bitch

Hitting threes on the dime
You should call me Mr. Curry
We don't gotta run the mile
No you do not gotta worry
Sit atop at the bleachers looking down on the women
I can't wait to have one in my motherfucking kitchen

I don't shower by myself
Yea I shower with the boys
Huddled up in the corner getting real fucking moist
Yea the water make me clean
Like my M16
Tyler bought the fucking juuls
And Jason got the fucking lean

It's white girl wednesday
Hell yea
I said it's white girl wednesday
Hell yea
But the boys come first
Fuck yea
I said the boys come first
Fuck yea

My cock is throbbing from the thoughts
Of all the fucking women
I swear to all of you I promise that I'm not a virgin
Got blown in the back of my 2010 Honda
I forgot the bitches name
But I'm pretty sure it's Wanda

I got the axe bomb ready in my hand
Throw it over get the spray out the can
I got a nut tap waiting for my bro's
And a locker room full of my hoes

Making out behind the bleachers daily
I got my vape filled up
Yea I'm never empty
Gotta stay here
Till the end of class
But baby park it on here
I wanna feel that ass
Gotta change back out looking fucking fresh
Dap the homies before I go and fail my test
Salute to the men
Let's go fucking dumb
It's the motherfucking locker room anthem
Bitch