AFTER-SCHOOL ft. Zain2Faded Lyrics

After school is after school I'm catching him packin' up

I ain't tryna hold him I'm just calling his bluff

Invite said cozy this my casual cut

Tell 'em we pulling up

Tell 'em we pulling up

If you miss us just hit us we gone in just a flash

If we pull up we kick it if not I'm finna crash

Wake up and roll a blunt, hit one then hit the homies

Link up, talk all that shit fold up another stogie

Ah, thinking back to mami she was cutest

The cutest of cutest, two years older plus she in the top two list

I mean it's high school if I hit my niggas will lose it

Probably wouldn't talk to your boyy if he weren't the coolest

I mean she said it, I wore it because the shoe fit

Came through like she tryna plug her bestie, I seen through it

Told TBH I want you don't confuse it

Foul to her friend but my shot I had to shoot it

Their friendship ended, my fault I'm an opportunist

Damn, she pulled up after school I was kickin it with clique

Said I see you tryna walk me boy okay let's dip

We ain't even at her crib I'm leaning in for the kiss

Now she got me thinking nasty if I could put in the tip

But you now I'm being savvy talking all of that shit

Her aunty drove past now she gotta rush to the crib

Young me reminiscing on girls that I almost hit

Stories that never get old, I tell em' to get rich

After school is after school I'm catching him packin' up

I ain't tryna hold him I'm just calling his bluff

Invite said cozy this my casual cut

Tell em' we pulling up

Tell em' we pulling up

If you miss us just hit us we gone in just a flash

If we pull up we kick it if not I'm finna crash

Wake up and roll a blunt, hit one then hit the homies

Link up, talk all that shit fold up another stogie

It's a routine

I was with a shawty, foul mouth

She a rude ting

You was dishonored designer you on that foo foo ting

In my country it's the tragedy and then the looting

Ain't nothing news like a shooting, so desensitized

Count to ten if you mad, I got my temper timed

But still I'm fired up like a booting

Shawty she my baby she the cutest, that's my boo-ting

We talking businesses lifestyle plans a few things

I'm tryna get grown with it

Yeah, no rest for the wicked

Money bags under my eyes and it shows nigga

We just cut from a different linen

After school is after school I'm catching him packin' up

I ain't tryna hold him I'm just calling his bluff

Invite said cozy this my casual cut

Tell em' we pulling up

Tell em' we pulling up

If you miss us just hit us we gone in just a flash

If we pull up we kick it if not I'm finna crash

Wake up and roll a blunt, hit one then hit the homies

Link up, talk all that shit fold up another stogie