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High School Dropout

 

High School Dropout

(album: Trench Baby 2 - 2021)


Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy
High school dropout, I got the Glock out, ayy
They know how I rock out, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

High school dropout, I got the Glock out
Diss school, FaceTime the opps, tell 'em, "Pop out"
Slide through they shit, no, they is not out
I just broke up with my bitch 'cause it's hot out
Pull up block bound, Hemis and Glocks
Remis and thots, you better watch how you bending the block
You fuck around, catch unlimited shits, glah, glah
I do not lie in my rhyme, I do not lie on my dick
I do not lie on the guys, I see a opp I'ma spaz
Switch on that bitch, make him crash, ayy
Spent money on goons, tell 'em I'm down to my last
Bam got smoked, we allergic to squares
I keep a gun, I ain't going out sad
Keep smoking out opps 'til we down to our last
We got them Glocks with them beams and shit
Red and blue and green and shit
Guns big as me, I ain't seen this shit
Do a drill, I ain't never gonna clean the stick
They thought I'd never get rich, my opps sick
All black whips behind the tint
They keep dying, we never get hit
You know we ain't hiding, we always [?]
We do not beef on the 'net, we do not over hoes that's stressed
Don't tolerate no disrespect
You out of line, we leaving you wherever we at
Foenem'll do it wherever we at
Fan it out if it's some smoke in the air
Dude got hit, now he rolling a chair
We tryna kill all the smoke in the air
Don't come around with your shit on, you just might be a lick, foenem'll get on
Just bought a G-lock, Von, put the switch on
Thirty of you got something for me to get on

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