SOCIAL STUDIES Lyrics

Boy I beat yo ass if you ever think about doing that shit again

You gave me zero fucking chances now you think that she your friend

Don't fuck with me cause I ain't scared of smoke I'll drop you in my Benz

I'll sing a song while I throw shots at you bitch, welcome to yo end

She told him he's a rapper now and then he laughed right in her face

But I promise smoke is coming that bitch better say his grace

He fucked around and he found out surprise I didn't catch a case

So I'll roll up, pick up his bitch and take her right back to my place

Bitch I ain't scared of you and yo lil salty ass dissing my fam

Can't keep my name up out yo mouth lil dirty ho guess you my fan

Fake ass gangsta yo girl ain't marry no motherfucking man

Cause when I pull up to yo crib lil bitch you run lil bitch you ran

I hope you find my fucking page and see me destroy your ego

You probably think I got no rhymes you probably think I got no flow

But I got racks on top of racks I stay dripped out from head to toe

And yo lil sorry ass can't go to Kohl's and buy you no new clothes

Boy I beat yo ass if you ever think about doing that shit again

You gave me zero fucking chances now you think that she your friend

Don't fuck with me cause I ain't scared of smoke I'll drop you in my Benz

I'll sing a song while I throw shots at you bitch, welcome to yo end

They done say that I'm privileged, but I done came from the streets now I'm out here fucking his bitch

Yeah I heard that she pregnant, too bad you think that it's yours yeah I'm out right there I'm that rich

Say he loved the lil boy, but the moment I'm down and I'm out, he done turned on his brotherhe switched

but I'm up for the dub and he down for the count and I swear on my mama

he think he the shit

Look, you cool cause you played in the NFL, but you washed up hoe you is gone

Won't wait for me to succeed should've told him that he won't be waiting for long

While I'm grinding my music, he sit on the couch eating chips and he reach up to stretch and he

yawns

And what he don't remember is that I be making my cheese, that's another half

milli withdrawn

Boy I beat yo ass if you ever think about doing that shit again

You gave me zero fucking chances now you think that she your friend

Don't fuck with me cause I ain't scared of smoke I'll drop you in my Benz

I'll sing a song while I throw shots at you bitch, welcome to yo end