Class 101 Lyrics

Nah, nah, nah I don't want to be seeing none of that

I don't want a text call

I don't want facetime

It's all done with

Yeah, I just dropped a tape they like damn E take a break

Had to get these niggas off my leg I had ankle weights

Can't let dirty niggas in the crib I had paper plates

How to make him talk hit below had to save his face

And I bet he vocal right after

I done put lil baby on a tour like PGA master

Telling on your niggas while on live you a broadcaster

Why would I be your partner for the bread if he can make it faster

Umm really that's common sense

I guess imma just play her two face call me Harvey Dent

You dropped a twenty song mixtape and it hardly went

I think it's been months since I even picked up a pen

Yeah, everything off the dome

Tees and the hoodies chrome

Certified shit talk this here is not a poem

You won't get no answer if you never go ask it right

And I'm mixing murikami and the marni on casual flights

Aye, you gon see it when it's done

Let me take your ass to class 101

Imma show you how to stack make some funds

Aye you gon see it when it's done

Imma take your ass to class 101

Imma show you how to stack make some funds

She like damn E you really is the one

Like how you know, how you notice me

She singing like jodeci

If we family I got your back that's how it's supposed to be

I don't really like it when you niggas get too close to me

You smelling kind of funky I don't care if you don't fuck with me

Aye, Infahmus with a H SB that shit stuck with me

Plug tried to run off with the bag paid a buck fifty

Like I'm Juice

I'll have the boys drop him off like I'm Bruce

Lil Uzi I'm up in Canada wearing canadian goose

Enrgy on the beat I let that shit knock

She say they real sisters but they really want to lip lock

Do it for the underground this shit the real hip hop

After party got me backstage she making tiktoks

What he on, what he on, what he on

What he on, what he on, what he on

What he on, what he on, what he on

What he on, what he on, what he on

What he on, what he on, what he on, what he on

I'm pulling up so you can say it with your gut

Thought he's talking crazy but up close he missing puts

Dummy oh you ain't know we playing golf

Hole one get your bitch I'm all in her mouth like damn

And I did it first try so I guess a young nigga got a birdie

This beat will make a nigga dance Roy Purdy

And I plan to make a couple millions before I'm thirty

Aye, you gon see it when it's done

Imma take your ass to class 101

I body hella beats and I'm just doing shit for fun yeah