+BLACK DiPLOMA Lyrics

Aye, got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas, hey

Bitch tried to tell me to phone her I said I dont talk, won't phone her

She was like "Nigga you lame you don't wanna do shit, you always a loner"

Baby I don't got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner

I ain't no medical worker, on God was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin'

Swear to God boy I just counted up 30 I pull up i'm shooting it's given like Curry

Lil' bitch I knew you was dirty I knew that your ass was a thotty who didn't deserve me

Truly, how dare a bitch curve me like I ain't the face of the gang and lil' nigga you heard me

Picked up Keila, swerving to get the spot and she said "Man you gassing it"

Said he a killer I said "you gassing it" You know my stick it be black like a activist

Mama said what's in the fridge, I told her it's kool-aid alreading knowing it's activis

If you ain't doing it, why is you rapping it?

He tryna quarterback but I be sacking shit

Woah

Nigga don't want no smoke gone see how that go

It's progressive like Flo

Niggas my sons, they had to bite off my flow

I already know, niggas broke

So my circle ain't open it's closed

I'll be there in like ten if you close

Flash the blick like a picture, pose

And I tell my lil brother don't smoke

Cause you seen what that did me , ain't it?

Whip on the footage and got to repaint it

Biting my nails a nigga be anxious

Cliqued up like a Free Mason, not with the devil shit we with the gang shit

We with the gang shit

Smoking on gas boy this shit could fill up a spaceship

Bitch I feel like i'm on a damn spaceship I told my dawg to watch how he laneswitch

Ambulance got him and we is who shot him, I told my dawg he better not make it

Naw, No games on my phone cause i'm not the one to play with

I'm on the L i'm screaming Free Keto

I'm in the O i'm linking with Vito

We link with Wok and now we the Beatles

Baby nine on me that shit is evil

Blunt in my beanie, now i'm like Sigel

No I can't pop out it's too many people

Mama said "Stop, what you doing illegal"

Boy what I smoke ain't no regular diesel

Aye, got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas, hey

Bitch tried to tell me to phone her I said I dont talk, won't phone her

She was like "Nigga you lame you don't wanna do shit, you always a loner"

Baby I don't got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner

I ain't no medical worker, on God was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin'

Swear to God boy I just counted up 30 I pull up i'm shooting it's given like Curry

Lil' bitch I knew you was dirty I knew that your ass was a thotty who didn't deserve me

Truly, how dare a bitch curve me like I ain't the face of the gang and lil' nigga you heard me