7TH GRADE lyrics

[Verse 1: CoolboiFresh]
Uh, seventh grade, I was sick of [?], smokin' hella weed
Baby, please, don't f*ck up my high, don't f*ck up my chi
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't f*ck up my cheese

[Verse 2: Constant]
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'
[?]

[Verse 3: Shwinn]
South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
My middle finger up with no f*cks to give
It's a drought for this sh*t, got a mountain of spliffs
'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)

[Verse 4: Shogee2k]
Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facе, 'boutta break some'
Tell mе 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)
[Verse 5: Fat Nick]
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

[Verse 6: CoolboiFresh]
Tell that b*tch I'm not a simple man
I do not really like f*ckin' with middlemen
Geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
I took my vitamins, turned to a Letterman (Strip)

[Verse 7: Fat Nick]
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 [?]

[Verse 8: Constant]
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)
[Verse 9: Fat Nick]
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

[Verse 10: Shogee2k]
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

[Verse 11: Fat Nick]
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

[Verse 12: Shwinn]
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, b*tch