Alma Mater lyrics

[Intro]
Psh, yeah, psh, beep
That's on God
Beep, buh, buh, buh, buh

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n*gga (Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't impress a n*gga (No)
They got me trying all these clothes (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Tryna play a n*gga close
Tryna play a n*gga close (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n*gga (No, what?)
I don't give a f*ck, ain't tryna impress a n*gga (No, yeah, no)
Chopper on the dresser, n*gga (Chopper)
Tatted like a Mexican, n*gga
Yeah, my plug, he a Mexican n*gga
Man, I wonder how I met that n*gga
Young n*gga, you don't want the n*gga
I was brought up with some killers, n*gga
On some fashion sh*t, yeah, my Glock smash a n*gga (Fashion)
It's a movie clip, lights, camera, action, n*gga (Yeah)
Been in love with the trap, n*gga (What?)
I've been in love with the rap, n*gga (Yeah)
[Interlude]
I—uh, uh (No)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lights, camera, action, sh*t (No, no)
Close that door

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n*gga (Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't impress a n*gga
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
Tryna play a n*gga close
Tryna play a n*gga close (No)

[Verse 2]
Uh, ooh, lights, camera, action sh*t, ooh
I said I had to f*ck the whole clique, uh, uh
Because my girl brung her girlfriends, uh, uh, uh
Carti, yeah, he do that sh*t, uh, uh
Lately I've been really chillin', uh, uh
Plottin' in my mansion, plottin' on a million
That's another million, add another million (Add another million)
Diamonds on me dancin', diamonds on me spinning (Diamonds on me spinning)
n*ggas like to bite, I don't even write
Like my lean with Sprite, like my lean with ice
Ooh, I like my ho look light, like my ho look tight
Get it right, uh, 'cause I'm real right
[Interlude]
And that's on gang (That's on gang 'cause I'm real right)
(Like my ho look real light)
Piru (Real light)
(That's on gang, whoa)
Beep

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n*gga (No)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't impress a n*gga
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
Tryna play a n*gga close, uh, uh
Tryna play a n*gga close

[Outro]
And that's on God
And that's on God
Lights, camera, action sh*t
Tryna play a n*gga close
And that's on gang
And that's on gang
Pi'erre, you a fool