Common Sense lyrics

(Intro)
(Okay what do you want to drink? cream soda)

(Hook)
I brought my grades down cause i’m tryna be on the bench
Jackahol in this b*tch, you know that we getting lit
Balmain, jordans, gucci, now i’m throwing fits
Man i hope yo dumb ass kill yo self, man i hope yo dumb ass quit

Why these n*ggas talking sh*t, but they can’t say it to my face
They know they is b*tch, so they talk sh*t up on that myspace
They only want them pus*y n*ggas, they gon put who ever fits
These n*ggas kicked me out the group chat, they ain't got no common sense

(Verse 1: Jackahol)
Bad lil b*tch, tryna speak to me, i can’t take a hint
In a jeep, not jag, might take that b*tch for a spin
Man yo music trash as f*ck, put that sh*t up in the bin
Why the f*ck you toting Glocks up on yo page, yo name is tim

You be riding round’ in little tykes, yo whip is not a benz
Jackahol, in this sh*t, bad lil b*tches on my di*k
Pull up with a scooter, pull up with a skateboard, i’m doing tricks
I just heard yo dad, beat yo ass, cause you try to hit a lick

I don’t f*ck with leonardo, but i really f*ck with raph
If that n*gga try to play with me, while i’m mad, i’m beating his ass
Faggot n*ggas in my face, thinking bout power rangers
If that little n*gga see jackahol, just know that you in danger
That lil boy ain’t see my face since 7th grade, now he a stranger
Boy go get up out yo room you a level 10 masterbater
Boy go back to private school you not no mother f*cking gangster
Alright man, this rap done, ayo soda! i’ll see you later

(Hook)
I brought my grades down cause i’m tryna be on the bench
Jackahol in this b*tch, you know that we getting lit
Balmain, jordans, gucci, now i’m throwing fits
Man i hope yo dumb ass kill yo self, man i hope yo dumb ass quit

Why these n*ggas talking sh*t, but they can’t say it to my face
They know they is b*tch, so they talk sh*t up on that myspace
They only want them pus*y n*ggas, they gon put who ever fits
These n*ggas kicked me out the group chat, they ain't got no common sense

(Verse 2: Nle Choppa)
They gon kick you out the group chat cause they (???) back, thought you knew that
All them b*tches suckin, if they front, they gon get blew back
n*ggas ain’t talking bout nothing, ain’t talking bout blue racks
If i tell you shooting, i’ll call my dawg and he gon chew that

Still can’t trust no n*gga that ain’t gon slide like me
n*ggas rappers, n*ggas actors, n*ggas AI, n*ggas talking reckless
n*ggas Npcs, n*ggas step and i walk em backwards
n*ggas moonwalkin when they see the kia like micheal jackson
How you instagate a fight, cause you pus*y n*gga
Punch soda, ima leave you in the bushes n*gga
You want yo airpods b*tch? i got em n*gga
And i’m listening to see if you got a problem n*gga

b*tch you live in gwinnett, you ain’t about it n*gga
You from the suburbs, you a f*cking nerd
Stay in school before you get yo f*cking ass hurt
n*ggas running to they mama when i put in work (pus*y n*ggas, b*tch n*ggas)

(Hook)
I brought my grades down cause i’m tryna be on the bench
Jackahol in this b*tch, you know that we getting lit
Balmain, jordans, gucci, now i’m throwing fits
Man i hope yo dumb ass kill yo self, man i hope yo dumb ass quit

Why these n*ggas talking sh*t, but they can’t say it to my face
They know they is b*tch, so they talk sh*t up on that myspace
They only want them pus*y n*ggas, they gon put who ever fits
These n*ggas kicked me out the group chat, they ain't got no common sense

(Intro)
(Okay what do you want to drink? cream soda)