W.I.T.S Education Lyrics

You bring that nigga to the court 

Bet he talk don't he 

You bring that rat out

To the court 

I bet it squeal don't it 

Lil shawty she might catch a case for me mama

Bitch i ain't donating my blood

I ain't ya blood nigga

And i ain't got the guts to tell her

That i got it by my gut

Trap a lot and niggas learn your name, now you need a gun

Sabotage a nigga whole team, set a nigga up and act rude

My niggas rock semis and

357s 

And they left that

Beef up

In the pot you know they

Let it cook nigga, you pussy

I be outside your crib everyday

But you say you hard

I be outside they crib everyday, but they say they hard

Every time i pull up 

It's a chrome repeater yeah

Try a nigga 

Please nigga

They gone sell you lies, don't you buy into it

Beef out in the east, this shit is cake to me

Hold that

Shit in long enough, that rage gone escape from you

Shave a nigga face off with a razor blade scrape, uh

Table finna flip, the table turn upon a toddler

I turn up on a nigga if he fucking with a scholar

Real shit, we talking education, i own the whole college

Kids come crawling to me begging me for knowledge

And i say something so smart that they can't even acknowledge

And i don't get, outta bed until my clip is in my 9, i don't forget

Nothin nigga, i'm the realest nigga

I'm at your neck

Shawty at my neck if i don't answer the text she need that bag

And she need it bad cuz she got clientele too

These new rappers gone make 6 of the same song

Great bars

Yes my nigga i'm being sarcastic

Ticked, tipped off

Nigga try and tempt me temperature go way, way up

Catch them slipping

Smoke a l out and my life soon

Gone

Be a story that you tell about

Boom

Now niggas talking different

All because i'm proud of myself but niggas really clowns

Nigga kill a cow if you want beef 

I go from zero to a hunnid

Quick call me bugatti gatted up

But soon my shawty

Mansion gone be gated up

Hate all you want that pain uh

Ain't never gone phase me 

Blank face 24/7 

I Told you i'mma  scholar

Bitch i'm school

Boy i bully niggas

I'm boutta body niggas

Fuck dropping a bag bro

Brody don't know nothin nigga

Back window rolls down i'll start poppin

Popping off

Hit my girl up, just to get in them his draws

 R.i.p his pussy out the passenger side 

With the strap trapped

Now ain't you nigga

So now watchu finna do

Hopping out to do a shoot

I ain't leaving that strap in the car ay

40 Oz bottle used to be up in my father hand

Driving down that union road in bayshore with them open cans

Hand sanitize that shit after you touch it nigga

I wipe my 9 down, cause i don't want you prints on it that's disgusting nigga

I hold my pistol, you won't believe it, it's by my penis.

It's like a missile, open adam, fire, watchu talking bout

Adam and eve should've never ate the apple from the tree

Well i guess the real question is who planted the tree

She make one mistake imma dead her, i don't got time to waste

And i get beretta and i put it by my waist

And even when i'm outside chillin, i still be tryna let it slide

I brought the fire straight up into 7/11

Copped my self some smoke

You bring that nigga to the court 

Bet he talk don't he

You bring that rat out to the court 

I bet it squeal don't it lil shawty

She might

Catch a case for me mama

Bitch i ain't donating my blood

I ain't ya blood nigga

Nothin nigga, i'm the realest nigga

I'm at your neck

Shawty at my neck if i don't answer the text she need that bag

And she need it bad cuz she got clientele too

These new rappers gone make 6 of the same song

Great bars

Yes my nigga i'm being sarcastic

Ticked, tipped off

Nigga try and tempt me temperature go way, way up

Catch them slipping

Smoke a l out and my life soon gone

Be a story that you tell about

Boom