Back Of The Class lyrics

[Intro]
(Crucial808, haha)
Ayy, hey, hey (We find his ass too)
Big Mud
Ayy, 40 Boy ENT
Hey, ayy, ayy, let's go
Ayy, hey, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I fall asleep in the back of the class
I got a b*tch wit a big ol' booty, so I take a seat on the back of the ass (Yeah, ayy, let's go)
I'm in this b*tch for a good time, not for a long time, so I be smacking her fast (On gang)
I kiss the curb in the 'Cat every time that I whip it, I'm spinnin' and smashin' the gas
I cannot beef with a n*gga that come from the city 'cause none of them b*tches got bags, nope

[Verse 1]
None of them b*tches got racks (Nope)
Them n*ggas must wanna be guns the way we was fillin' 'em up in the back with the mags (Let's go)
Now I can rap 'bout new sh*t, n*gga (Yeah), we do sh*t, constantly thumbin' through cash (On God)
Clip hanging out like a glue stick, don't get ya crew hit, tuff sh*t get n*ggas smashed (Hrrt, hrrt)
Ayy, let's go, no faking (Ayy)
Came from robbing and stealing and taking (No cap)
My lil' n*ggas be ready to take sh*t, ape sh*t, shake sh*t, earthquake it
n*ggas hop di*k-to-di*k, on some gay sh*t
Pop a Perc', now I'm high as a spaceship
If I see 12, you know I ain't stoppin', we get side-to-side, so now I'ma race him
Hey, let's go, you a ho, I can see in ya eyes (Facts)
Smoke the dope from the tip to the fire (On God)
I'ma the 6, you know brodie the 5 (Yup, yup)
I got a stick and I love her, you better take cover 'cause I buss it, baby, like Plies (Like Piles)
Hatin' in public, take off the disguise
Come to the block, ask a n*gga to try it
[Chorus]
I fall asleep in the back of the class
I got a b*tch wit a big ol' booty, so I take a seat on the back of the ass (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
I'm in this b*tch for a good time, not for a long time, so I be smacking her fast (On gang)
I kiss the curb in the 'Cat every time that I whip it, I'm spinnin' and smashin' the gas
I cannot beef with a n*gga that come from the city 'cause none of them b*tches got bags, nope

[Verse 2]
None of them n*ggas got weight
I'm the young n*gga that young n*ggas hate
I was the one that could barely get dinner, but I was the one that was givin' out plates
Feeling like Fizz, you wanna get on with the gang, f*ck n*gga, just pay what you weigh
We got binary chop and it come with a drum on yo' block making beats, Dr. Dre (Ayy)
I'm one and one like the back side if Klay (Yup)
YG Woo throwin' threes like he just made a tray
I'm the first n*gga to make it this far in the city, I know they gon' envy and hate
But f*ck it, he got clapped like some cheeks on that f*ck sh*t
My lil' n*ggas be ready to buck sh*t
Hop out face somethin', dip off in public

[Outro]
Ayy, yeah