Graduation lyrics

by

Slump6s


[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch
15, 15, 15, 15
(Apollo)
Bleh, yeah
Tuh, uh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Hop in a coupe and I'm racin'
Don't f*ck with n*ggas just like I'm a racist
Bro caught a body, I'm not finna say sh*t
One of a kind, yeah, these f*ck n*ggas hatin', hatin'
Rolls Royce look like a spaceship, no cap
I'm in that kitty like Doja, no cat
"Dakota, they wanna be ya," no Zack
Walk in the spot and I'm like, "Where the hoes at?"
They call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and I said, "It's a bet", yeah
I'm from New York but I'm not talkin' about NFL, when I hop in a jet (Okay)
ACOG scope, addicted to shooting, man, shoutout to Wes
I do a motherf*ckin' show in a vest
They gon' deny it, they know who the best (Duh)
They won't say sh*t to my face but them boys got a whole lot to say when they all in they group chat
I signed a—I signed a deal but I still ain't gon' drop out of school and they like, "How you do that?"
Big 1500, you know what I'm reppin', them boys wanna beef 'cause they already know us
They tryna tell me what I should do with my career but they still never got they diploma
How that f*ck that work, huh? Tell me
I got an ARP, it never fail me
Nobody f*ck with you, they never told you?
All the hoes f*ck with me, they wanna feel me
Wa-Walk in a party, groupies tryna feel me
Ran up a mill' so they call me Namilly
I put the D-I-C all in her belly
I got the K on me incase they tryna—, you know?
They say I'm usin' the same damn flow, but it's my flow
And every time I switch it up on they ass, they say, "Go back to that sh*t that I know"
I seen that that boy put a S in his name but he already know that that's my sh*t
Been waitin' to punch a n*gga in his face, so I might as well hop in a mosh pit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That n*gga been doin' old sh*t that I did
That n*gga been copied the sh*t that I got
That n*gga really my son, so he my kid
I shoot a Glock, boy, I'm high as a hotshot
We put a beam to his head, that's a red dot
f*ckin' your ho, now I'm makin' her bed rock
I put my mind to the craft for my bedrock
We killed another opp dead, it's a dead opp
.223, it go to the back of his head
If that boy talkin' down, put a rack on his head
Give a f*ck 'bout a chain, bought attachments instead
Put ice on my neck like the back of a sled
Tried to find your career but it already dead
She suckin' me up, givin' almighty head
Repeatin' myself, b*tch, I already said
Got your ho in the crib and she play with my dreads
We gon' knock off his head, leave him SoLLUMINATI
Got a Glock on my waist, leave a hole in his body
Got him sh*ttin' himself, n*gga, go use a potty
Is your ho in my phone? I don’t know, n*gga, probably
On the block, 1500, they keep tryna find me
I can't f*ck with that ho 'cause that hoe tryna line me
Made a check that you make in a week off of rhymin'
[Outro]
Alright, alright, I'm done now, like for real
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