FREAK BOY

Pre-K slapped a bitch in his face
I was vibing in that corner, boy, I don't wanna play
1st grade hoes was choosing but I told 'em no way
3rd grade teachers hawking, they like "is he okay?"
5th grade we was ducking on the ground where they play
Rumor mills running round, girl say that shit to my face
6th grade I was waiting-"why my ride always late?"
Saw some boys wanna try me, told 'em recalculate

This that freak boy
Got them sharp toys
Spell books in the bag
With the lunch coins

This that shy boy
Don't make no noise
Got like one or two expressions
So emotionally devoid

They be talking all that stuff, but they really ain't tough
I'm like a vampire, you garlic, hoe, I won't chop it up
When I was working just for sport, y'all put them chairs in them forts
If they talking out they neck, we cut them sentences short
Teachers barking out some orders, how you never get bored?
I'm just mobbing in them streets if them grades fall short
Always worried about participation, shut the fuck up

Try'na tell me what to do when y'all don't even make enough
Whole body Bombadier when I hit that pull up
This that Dwayne John body, I be looking so buff
All them mimics wanna do it but they dumber than Kronk
When the bell ring only time you see if they punk

We gon' see what you be saying when them niggas pull up
Look Like Sha'carri how they running when them bullets erupt
See you was talking all that stuff but now nuts shriveled up
Leave they blood in the streets, we ain't mopping it up
This that big goose gobble, boy, this ain't rubber ducks
They be asking why he quiet? Why you never shut up?
Man, I don't give a fuck like I'm Harriet Tub
And if it's spread on the menu then we chewing it up

This that shy boy
Don't make no noise
Better call the boy Leray
Cause he so coy

This that weird boy
They so paranoid
I just avoid
Easily annoyed

7th grade I was jacking it, topboy so horny
8th grade could've dated but them bitches was corny
9th grade had a few steady breaking me down
Boys be swearing that they straight but then erect when I'm around

They be talking all that stuff but then they really ain't wit it
How you 6 foot 3 and sound like a little kid
It's something wrong with you bitches, on my back like an itch
Why you asking all them questions? Girl you need klonopin
It's a wrap if I said it but they stay following
I like them boys with them bats beat a bully face in
Like my niggas real black like a crow on that line
Big tats on his neck, looking like Lucky Diam

Top a jerk, shake that shit up in some soy wit the rice
See now they know to keep it cute li'l fuck I ain't nothing nice
And if a hater got a issue solve that shit in a blink
Leave they body in the streets and then we pouring a drink
I ain't hanging with you bitches, hoe I'm all that I need
Keep a shank up in my sock and got that ankle on bleed
Give no fucks bout a bully man I never gave one
Put they bones in a blunt then I'm smoking it up