School 2marrow

A.O.!

(Woo!)
(Ugh, Aye!)

I been goin' hard
Clip fit about 17 like my name Bernard
(fah, fah, fah!)
Shots ringing down the boulevard
Catch an opp, lay em' out like clothes
And he got school tomorrow
Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all
Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can't do the mall
Middle finger to the laws, we don't fuck with hogs
Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can't get too involved

(fah, fah, fah!)

You hear them gun sounds,
Fan em with the choppa, got em dancing hit that doo doo brown
Hollow tips, smack em in his spleen make him doo doo sound
Hollow tips, dumping at his team got em moonwalkin'
Michael Jackson, spin around his block then untwist his top
Remote control, hit pause on his play make his heart stop
When i got that call about tay made my heart drop
Switch on the chop just like Diddy this shit won't stop
(fah, fah!)
Cant Stop
(fah, fah!)
Won't stop,
Had to ditch them old pops cause them phones hot
I'd serve my own pops if that dope lock
I just made some new money off my old block
All these fucking homicides like its O'Block
He was talking all that hot shit til he got cold-cocked
All this bread on my plate like a cold cut
Police ass nigga smell like bacon and some doughnuts

(Woo!)
(Ugh, Aye!)

I been goin' hard
Clip fit about 17 like my name Bernard
(fah, fah, fah!)
Shots ringing down the boulevard
Catch an opp, lay em' out like clothes
And he got school tomorrow
Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all
Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can't do the mall
Middle finger to the laws, we don't fuck with hogs
Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can't get too involved

They been asking who I am like I aint been a star
Clip full of 762's a really do em harsh
Drop dead, switch on that glock call it Owen Hart
Don't make me them cables on my shooters thats a jump start
(wow wait)
Them tips hit you yo chest feel like some winter fresh
I been at the finish line and you aint finished yet?
Tell yo bitch I'm bout my paper where the pencil at?
Shooters itching for a body thats that perc effect
You give yo heart up to these streets watch how the streets attack
I did so much off the love still got my heart attacked
Pour all my pain inside a cup now all my habits back
Talking to Mooka but i feel like he aint talking back
I talked to Slick he told me Ackie bring that pressure back
Know all my grits come with toast like a breakfast pack
I aint going back and forth this aint no ping pong
When that bitch get to singing it be like

(Woo!)
(Ugh, Aye!)

I been goin' hard
Clip fit about 17 like my name Bernard
(fah, fah, fah!)
Shots ringing down the boulevard
Catch an opp, lay em' out like clothes
And he got school tomorrow
Call me cash ketchum, all these pros I might do em all
Pull up sak's fifth with all these rolls I can't do the mall
Middle finger to the laws, we don't fuck with hogs
Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can't get too involved

Nigga you don't wanna meet the shottas you will die tomorrow
20 g's on me in the stu aint even hit the mall
Lil nigga try to bust a move imma kill his dog
15 hunnid for a feature all you gotta do is call
I was just locked up who was there when I was between them walls?
Set this bitch off not at all you aint gon take shit dog
Boy i'll get ruthless leave you toothless we'll crack yo jaw
Told my mama I'm a gangsta rapper
I used to run the halls
Skipping school fucking all the bitches leaving cum in her draws
Yo ass better duck these bullets jumping like kermit the frog
Put his dead ass in a backwood look like a fucking log
You got a lil money and changed up I ain't do that at all
Bosses having goals 54th you know how we get down
Hunnid round we'll pull up and wet yo fuckin town
Smack down you gon get yo bitch ass put in the ground
54 babies from them trees you know how we get down