uuondatrack - HIGHSKOOL DROPOUT [AUDIO]
Lyrics:
Now I walk with the racks on me
And you know she throw that ass on me (she throwin’ it)
Yeah, nah, I’ma switch it up, I’ma switch it up
Yeah
Keep on second guessing myself
Pour it up, take the pain away, putting money over my health
On the edge just contemplating ‘bout jumpin’ off to my death
Feel like nobody don't care
Smoke the pain away but it’s not the same
Do the same shit like everyday
Keep it straight forward like a flat plain
You know I don’t care, yeah
Everybody wanna be rich
Everybody tryna take a piece of my shit
Everybody really tryna fuck on my bitch
Pourin’ up the Goose, top down in my Benz
Doing my best tryna mind my biz
Most of y’all niggas walk around with no profit
Droppin’ them keys in the box when I lock it
Iced out Jesus piece, I’m a profit
Huggin’ them curves, nigga, I’ma swerve, nigga
Oh shit, there go 12
Call my bitch, I’ma need my bail
When I talk my shit won’t be no smell
Popped about 10 tabs can’t feel myself
Young nigga so hot cause I been through hell
Uh, made a few figures ‘fore I dropped out of school, nigga
Talkin’ shit who is you, nigga?
She let me fuck, I’m a smooth nigga
Shawty tryna catch an attitude so I dropped her off on the avenue
Tryna fight a nigga, who the fuck are you?
I’ma pop at you with a tool, nigga
Keep on second guessing myself (woah)
Pour it up, take the pain away, putting money over my health (woah)
On the edge just contemplating ‘bout jumpin’ off to my death (woah)
Feel like nobody don't care
Smoke the pain away but it’s not the same (woah)
You know I don’t care, yeah
Everybody wanna be rich
Everybody tryna take a piece of my shit
Everybody really tryna fuck on my bitch
Pourin’ up the Goose, top down in my Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
Doing my best tryna mind my biz (on god)
Most of y’all niggas walk around with no profit (ya’ll broke)
Droppin’ them keys in the box when I lock it
Iced out Jesus piece, I’m a profit
Woah, woah, damn, damn, goddamn
Hit a nigga with the boom-bam
Shawty buggin’, move, damn
I be killin’ all these bitches with my moves, yeah
Can we just talk about digits? (ooh, I need digits, bitch)
Can we just talk about money? (ooh, i need money, bitch)
All of y’all niggas bitches, y’all be acting funny
Wilson, Lincoln, Jackson (count it)
I got all the money
Uh, made a few figures ‘fore I dropped out of school, nigga
Talkin’ shit who is you, nigga?
She let me fuck, I’m a smooth nigga
Shawty tryna catch an attitude so I dropped her off on the avenue
Tryna fight a nigga, who the fuck are you?
I’ma pop at you with a tool, nigga
Keep on second guessing myself (woah)
Pour it up, take the pain away, putting money over my health (woah)
On the edge just contemplating ‘bout jumpin’ off to my death (woah)
Feel like nobody don't care
Smoke the pain away but it’s not the same (woah)
You know I don’t care, yeah
Everybody wanna be rich (that money)
Everybody tryna take a piece of my shit
Everybody really tryna fuck on my bitch
Pourin’ up the Goose, top down in my Benz
Doing my best tryna mind my biz
Most of y’all niggas walk around with no profit (ya’ll broke)
Droppin’ them keys in the box when I lock it
Iced out Jesus piece, I’m a profit
Finna talk my shit right quick
Let me talk my shit right quick
Yeah, yeah