New Skool

Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)
Murder (Murder)

Uh, young nigga, new school
My pockets full of blues
Stay up, I cannot snooze
Uh, go-getter
Uh-uh, breadwinner
Can't forget, he reckless, nigga
Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules

Ooh, he'll wreck with you
I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)
When it's up
Don't pick or choose
Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh)
Tryna swing that stick at you

Just pray it hit
And he don't make it through
Know this is how that switch'll do
For that nigga thinkin'
He bulletproof

I want black and yellow bitches like Pikachu
Bro'nem trap him, like, "Boom-boom"
It could be fifty niggas in this room
I'ma be the sickest nigga that walk through
I got no trust
Got to watch how I move

Yeah, one wrong move, might be the news
So, you know I got to stay strapped with my tool
I know my math, but, I ain't finish school
Young nigga with a attitude
Don't know, you don't try to give me dap, dude
Nigga play, they lay, get clapped, fool

Zone 6, in the bricks where we at, dude
Huh-huh, know if you take one
We loadin' up for to take two
Huh-huh, that's how we got dude, fuck all that sayin' what you gone do

Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)

Uh, young nigga, new school
My pockets full of blues
Stay up, I cannot snooze
Uh, go-getter
Uh-uh, breadwinner
Can't forget, he reckless nigga

Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules
Ooh, he'll wreck with you
I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)
When it's up
Don't pick or choose
Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh)
Tryna swing that stick at you
Just pray it hit
And he don't make it through
Know this is how that switch'll do
For that nigga thinkin' he bulletproof

I know they hate I'm ballin', like what the fuck I do to you?
Real shot-caller
Shots callin' just for to get at you
Forget the youngin wildin'
Shit
He come straight from out the Bayou
I won't do no talkin', bitches come to shit on you
They know I'm the truth, the sickest youngin comin' from this bitch
Ho, shame on you, you left, so, it's, "Bitch, suck my dick"
But, I can't blame you
Shouldn't've fucked with that ho when I know that I'm it
Got money made too legit
Bway, the serious kid

Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Murder)
Murder (Bway)

Uh, young nigga, new school
My pockets full of blues
Stay up, I cannot snooze
Uh, go-getter
Uh-uh, breadwinner
Can't forget, he reckless, nigga
Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules
Ooh, he'll wreck with you
I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)
When it's up
Don't pick or choose
Just me and bro tryna get at you
(Ooh)
Tryna swing that stick at you
Just pray it hit
And he don't make it through
Know this is how that switch'll do
For that nigga thinkin' he bulletproof
(Grrah)

Thinkin' he bulletproof
That's for thinkin' you bulletproof
They should've told you how that switch'll do
That switch'll do, oh