Graduated (Remix) ft. Kasho & Cole Rose Lyrics

I graduated 23, and now the bitches call me B

I'm done with that shit, I'm gettin' some sleep

A latina bitch, I play with her feet

I'ma walk with a Drac', you can't fuck me for free

Can you give me some neck while I sit on the seat

I got done with the bitch, had to block and delete

I keep kickin' them out like I'm rockin' the cleats

That's a skinny lil' bitch, I ain't toppin' a fein

We get high and record, we was full of that green

She on dick every day, so she here for the team

I'ma go to SaksFifth, I ain't shoppin' that Shein

I'ma step in the Rick, bitch, I bought me some jeans

Fashion lil' demon for chrome I fein

Yo' bitch in my car and she tune on release

It's like she my dog, I got her on a leash

And she cannot lie, I got her ass on lock

Don't talk about that last ons, she gave me top

And if you get mad, you can meet on my Glock

But if it gon' shoot, then you know I won't stop

Unload on yo' hoe and unload on yo' block

Pop, pop, pop, pop

It blow with no stock

Hittin' yo' boy and we runnin' him down

Yeah, bitch, we got him in shock

And if he feel S, we got automatics

We do a whole lot, and I'm not talkin' talk

Bitch, I sip syrup, I'm walkin' around with the sprite

And I'm sippin' on wockity wock

Pourin' it out and he say it's so thick

Bitch, it's lookin' like chocety choc

Tell your boy to go ahead and watch out

Cause if we see him, you know he gon' drop

Class of 23 special, I be outside, don't care about the weather

I put that shit on trend setter

She say she my girl, but I ain't never met her

We hop on sticks Barrettas

I been stackin' my cheese, I been gettin' that cheddar

Got on a Givenchy sweater

I keep fuckin' your bitch, she keep gettin' wetter

I got me a chrome I'ma blow

My niggas been like that been upping the score

Niggas mad that I'm fuckin' they hoe

I'ma hop on the scene with my diamonds on froze

When you look on my back, got Vlone

I'ma fuck on your bitch while I'm playin' this song

Got her hands on her toes, she twerkin'

Gotta work with a chopper, you know it ain't perfect

Hesitant hoe, she said I was broke,

I fuck round with it, go buy her a Birkin

Shiest jump out the whip, he totin them poles

We sit in the stu, recordin' with Cole

She got white on her body, she touchin' her nose

She pull up dressed up like we makin' a show

I'm recordin' that shit, she be shakin' it slow

Got my arm in the sky with my new GoPro

And my Glock and my other, she doin' her dance

That is probably a bitch I should pass to my mans

If I stay down with it, she fuck up my plans