Highschool

Ay, fucking on your bitch during high school

Cutting up my shit, I get high too

What you wanna know, I don't know you

Cruisin' down the street, yeah you know I'm bumping Ice Cube

Walking down the block, do you really wanna talk?

Yeah I'm all about my business I got niggas selling rock

I'm on seven with that bitch I ain't really need to stop

So then get up out my way, before I make them bodies drop

All I think about is money and them bands

Investments, stocks, society my nigga where we at?

I'ma make a fucking band and make all these niggas mad

Flexin' on a picture and send that shit to my dad