7th Grade
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โฑ๏ธ 2:26 duration
๐ ID: 12590398
๐ Lyrics
Uh, seventh grade, I was sick of [?], smokin' hella weed
Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck up my cheese
X's on my face, I'ma live and I'll die by it too
Realize your demise when I slide out the coupe
Second coming, He arrive when I ride to the stu'
South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
My middle finger up with no fucks to give
It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facะต, 'boutta break some'
Tell mะต all your fears, tell me, tell me, I can feel the end is near
I can feel it in my mind, in my body, my soul
Here I go again, talkin', I'm all on the road
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
Thirteen shots in the Hellcat, ridin' 'round the city
Where my Glock or my chop at? (Skrrt)
Big stepper, know when I pop out
Tell lil' Brodie grab the Drac', make 'em duck down
Brand new boots, let me stomp down
1942 got me throwin' like a thot now
Bust down, rebound, let 'em catch a hot round
Fifteen shots from the Glock leave a big frown
Tell that bitch I'm not a simple man
I do not really like fuckin' with middlemen
Geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
I took my vitamins, turned to a Letterman (Strip)
Uppin' all these Drac's for like three nights
Walk in the function with Percs and a big pipe
Let me see the image, gon' get swiped
Brodie spin the block, he a [?]
Ayy, Kurt Cobain, [?] right above his chest
Now he lo mein, arm, leg, leg, arm, head on the floor
Aim at the opposition, chopsticks, dump the whole thing, huh
Yeah (Yeah)
Stressed out, go pass me a Red
Extended clip touchin' my legs
Pull up in Hellcats to spin
I cannot beef with the opps, they all dead
I came bustin' out the roof
Whole gang double-S, rappin' in the booth
Ten toes down like the troops
I be movin' militant, put him up on the news, okay
AR clip, gon' put him on the news
Big ol' Glock gon' make bro snooze
Big knots, I keep lit thots
Treat 'em like a dog, I keep red dots
Boy, I'm nice at whippin, turned a Schwinn to a Porsche
Smellin' death up in the air make me snort
Man, your clique ain't hard with .38s on your porch
I could mole your spirit, don't get smoked like a Port, bitch
Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck up my cheese
X's on my face, I'ma live and I'll die by it too
Realize your demise when I slide out the coupe
Second coming, He arrive when I ride to the stu'
South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
My middle finger up with no fucks to give
It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facะต, 'boutta break some'
Tell mะต all your fears, tell me, tell me, I can feel the end is near
I can feel it in my mind, in my body, my soul
Here I go again, talkin', I'm all on the road
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
Thirteen shots in the Hellcat, ridin' 'round the city
Where my Glock or my chop at? (Skrrt)
Big stepper, know when I pop out
Tell lil' Brodie grab the Drac', make 'em duck down
Brand new boots, let me stomp down
1942 got me throwin' like a thot now
Bust down, rebound, let 'em catch a hot round
Fifteen shots from the Glock leave a big frown
Tell that bitch I'm not a simple man
I do not really like fuckin' with middlemen
Geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
I took my vitamins, turned to a Letterman (Strip)
Uppin' all these Drac's for like three nights
Walk in the function with Percs and a big pipe
Let me see the image, gon' get swiped
Brodie spin the block, he a [?]
Ayy, Kurt Cobain, [?] right above his chest
Now he lo mein, arm, leg, leg, arm, head on the floor
Aim at the opposition, chopsticks, dump the whole thing, huh
Yeah (Yeah)
Stressed out, go pass me a Red
Extended clip touchin' my legs
Pull up in Hellcats to spin
I cannot beef with the opps, they all dead
I came bustin' out the roof
Whole gang double-S, rappin' in the booth
Ten toes down like the troops
I be movin' militant, put him up on the news, okay
AR clip, gon' put him on the news
Big ol' Glock gon' make bro snooze
Big knots, I keep lit thots
Treat 'em like a dog, I keep red dots
Boy, I'm nice at whippin, turned a Schwinn to a Porsche
Smellin' death up in the air make me snort
Man, your clique ain't hard with .38s on your porch
I could mole your spirit, don't get smoked like a Port, bitch
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.05] Uh, seventh grade, I was sick of [?], smokin' hella weed
[00:19.32] Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
[00:23.50] Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
[00:27.35] Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck up my cheese
[00:31.51] X's on my face, I'ma live and I'll die by it too
[00:33.77] Realize your demise when I slide out the coupe
[00:35.61] Second coming, He arrive when I ride to the stu'
[00:39.36] South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
[00:41.28] My middle finger up with no fucks to give
[00:43.39] It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
[00:45.17] 'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
[00:47.20] Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
[00:51.23] Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facะต, 'boutta break some'
[00:55.41] Tell mะต all your fears, tell me, tell me, I can feel the end is near
[00:58.41] I can feel it in my mind, in my body, my soul
[01:00.38] Here I go again, talkin', I'm all on the road
[01:03.10] (Tell me, tell me, tell me)
[01:07.45] Thirteen shots in the Hellcat, ridin' 'round the city
[01:09.85] Where my Glock or my chop at? (Skrrt)
[01:11.35] Big stepper, know when I pop out
[01:12.75] Tell lil' Brodie grab the Drac', make 'em duck down
[01:14.59] Brand new boots, let me stomp down
[01:16.92] 1942 got me throwin' like a thot now
[01:18.52] Bust down, rebound, let 'em catch a hot round
[01:20.43] Fifteen shots from the Glock leave a big frown
[01:23.08] Tell that bitch I'm not a simple man
[01:24.93] I do not really like fuckin' with middlemen
[01:27.00] Geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
[01:28.62] I took my vitamins, turned to a Letterman (Strip)
[01:30.23] Uppin' all these Drac's for like three nights
[01:32.68] Walk in the function with Percs and a big pipe
[01:34.77] Let me see the image, gon' get swiped
[01:36.85] Brodie spin the block, he a [?]
[01:38.09] Ayy, Kurt Cobain, [?] right above his chest
[01:40.43] Now he lo mein, arm, leg, leg, arm, head on the floor
[01:42.87] Aim at the opposition, chopsticks, dump the whole thing, huh
[01:45.56] Yeah (Yeah)
[01:46.85] Stressed out, go pass me a Red
[01:48.43] Extended clip touchin' my legs
[01:50.05] Pull up in Hellcats to spin
[01:52.14] I cannot beef with the opps, they all dead
[01:54.00] I came bustin' out the roof
[01:55.66] Whole gang double-S, rappin' in the booth
[01:57.47] Ten toes down like the troops
[01:59.61] I be movin' militant, put him up on the news, okay
[02:01.98] AR clip, gon' put him on the news
[02:03.85] Big ol' Glock gon' make bro snooze
[02:05.71] Big knots, I keep lit thots
[02:07.53] Treat 'em like a dog, I keep red dots
[02:09.71] Boy, I'm nice at whippin, turned a Schwinn to a Porsche
[02:11.97] Smellin' death up in the air make me snort
[02:13.99] Man, your clique ain't hard with .38s on your porch
[02:15.80] I could mole your spirit, don't get smoked like a Port, bitch
[02:18.99]
[00:19.32] Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
[00:23.50] Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
[00:27.35] Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck up my cheese
[00:31.51] X's on my face, I'ma live and I'll die by it too
[00:33.77] Realize your demise when I slide out the coupe
[00:35.61] Second coming, He arrive when I ride to the stu'
[00:39.36] South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
[00:41.28] My middle finger up with no fucks to give
[00:43.39] It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
[00:45.17] 'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
[00:47.20] Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
[00:51.23] Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facะต, 'boutta break some'
[00:55.41] Tell mะต all your fears, tell me, tell me, I can feel the end is near
[00:58.41] I can feel it in my mind, in my body, my soul
[01:00.38] Here I go again, talkin', I'm all on the road
[01:03.10] (Tell me, tell me, tell me)
[01:07.45] Thirteen shots in the Hellcat, ridin' 'round the city
[01:09.85] Where my Glock or my chop at? (Skrrt)
[01:11.35] Big stepper, know when I pop out
[01:12.75] Tell lil' Brodie grab the Drac', make 'em duck down
[01:14.59] Brand new boots, let me stomp down
[01:16.92] 1942 got me throwin' like a thot now
[01:18.52] Bust down, rebound, let 'em catch a hot round
[01:20.43] Fifteen shots from the Glock leave a big frown
[01:23.08] Tell that bitch I'm not a simple man
[01:24.93] I do not really like fuckin' with middlemen
[01:27.00] Geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
[01:28.62] I took my vitamins, turned to a Letterman (Strip)
[01:30.23] Uppin' all these Drac's for like three nights
[01:32.68] Walk in the function with Percs and a big pipe
[01:34.77] Let me see the image, gon' get swiped
[01:36.85] Brodie spin the block, he a [?]
[01:38.09] Ayy, Kurt Cobain, [?] right above his chest
[01:40.43] Now he lo mein, arm, leg, leg, arm, head on the floor
[01:42.87] Aim at the opposition, chopsticks, dump the whole thing, huh
[01:45.56] Yeah (Yeah)
[01:46.85] Stressed out, go pass me a Red
[01:48.43] Extended clip touchin' my legs
[01:50.05] Pull up in Hellcats to spin
[01:52.14] I cannot beef with the opps, they all dead
[01:54.00] I came bustin' out the roof
[01:55.66] Whole gang double-S, rappin' in the booth
[01:57.47] Ten toes down like the troops
[01:59.61] I be movin' militant, put him up on the news, okay
[02:01.98] AR clip, gon' put him on the news
[02:03.85] Big ol' Glock gon' make bro snooze
[02:05.71] Big knots, I keep lit thots
[02:07.53] Treat 'em like a dog, I keep red dots
[02:09.71] Boy, I'm nice at whippin, turned a Schwinn to a Porsche
[02:11.97] Smellin' death up in the air make me snort
[02:13.99] Man, your clique ain't hard with .38s on your porch
[02:15.80] I could mole your spirit, don't get smoked like a Port, bitch
[02:18.99]