(Intro)
(Pre-hook)
Turn it up a little bit
Uh, got the dope for you n*ggas
Got that coke for you n*ggas
Gucci, Versace, designer my coat n*gga
That n*gga wizard frank on the beat. Shoutout Carm Russo (Ha Hah!)
(Hook)
We the type of n*ggas to bring the pistol to school, we shootin at all the teachers we thinking that sh*t is cool, we lookin for lessons learned, we lookin for blunts to burn
(Verse)
Ain't worried bout none of you n*ggas , you n*ggas is not concerned, im puffin and that’s my word, im on this dope n*gga, smoking on this loud that make you choke n*gga, ain't worried bout no broke n*ggas, come and take a couple coats n*gga, f*ck that yeah I hope you got some money , boy I joke, n*gga
I pull up spending a hundred thou’ , all of this cash
Worried bout n*ggas who laughing
Them n*ggas is ass , boy I be all in this class
Spending this money and catching these licks
They worried bout hoes, they worried bout me though!
f*cking with a b*tch but she can't f*ck for free though
I got a motherf*ckin’ kilo
I ain't worried about a hoe , ain't nothing
These pus*y n*ggas frontin’
Put a bullet in his chest like its stuffin’
Ain't worried bout nothing
Pokerface n*gga
Yeah, your ass straight bluffin
I’m huffin, im puffin (X2)
(Hook)
I’m the type of n*gga to bring the pistol to school, I’m shootin at all the teachers , because I’m thinking that sh*t was cool, I’m lookin for lessons learned, I’m lookin for blunts to burn, ain't worried bout none of you n*ggas, just look at my face, im not concerned
(Verse 2)
Uh, we got them blunts to burn like a pack of newps
Im sittin on the stoop with my five gooks
I made hella money at the texico
Flippin hella bricks, this is mexico
I got the f*ckin loud in the f*cking crowd
I threw a half pound at my homie (wow!) (That’s Loud)
I got the lean in the f*ckin backseat
I’m talkin 4-5 tucked under the seat
I’m out here robbin
Im out here stealin
I come and kill, ya f*ckin children
Like he said, I brought the tool
Too motherf*ckin school
Cause we thought that sh*t was cool, n*gga
(Chorus)
We the type of n*ggas to bring the pistol to school, we shootin at all them teachers we thinking that sh*t was cool, we lookin for lessons learned, I’m lookin for blunts to burn (Blunts to burn) Ain't worried bout none of you n*ggas , just look, I’m not concerned
(Verse 3)
You n*ggas frontin, you flexin, im just finessin
Im throwin them f*ckin hooks and you know that my ass connecting
You playin games, I ain't playin nothing
Ill show your ass a little money, yeah that’s changing something
I ain't worried bout a couple dollars, yeah that’s change for someone
Yeah im worried bout them millions, yeah that’s changing someone
Im the type of n*gga who gon f*cking get rich
You the type of n*gga, who gon see it and be on my di*k
(Outro)
We brought the pistol to school
Bustin at them teachers like that sh*t was so cool
Them lesson was learned
But we ain't worried bout that sh*t
We got some blunts we can burn