Bleachers

9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like fuck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
Yea, I’m flexing these bands wit ya bitch, poppin these xannies and shit
I don’t give a shit, I might throw a rack at ya bitch, then hop in the whip
And beat up the clit, then pass the bitch off to the clique, I’m done wit that
shit
My mind on the money I’m hitting these licks, I burn through the zip
And don’t ven trip, I make a few racks whn I cut up the brick
I throw the ones with these hoes, never make time in advance for these hoes
I’m cool with the bros, I stay on my toes, I’m never gon fold
I keep it a hundred I’m chasing the roll
Dab on em with the Rollie, no cheap hoes need freak hoes
I stayed down that’s G code, you disappear like Nemo
My bitch white like kilos, ain’t Drizzy Drake no free smoke
I’m charging yo ass for the pack
The only people getting benefits was the people who helped put the Ville on the
map
Everybody talking trap trap trap trap, but no one really even trap trap like
that
Oh yea, nobody had my back, fuck it I do it myself
You can tell by the chains an the belts that I got it myself, I ain’t had no
wealth
I got these bands by myself, I did this shit with no help
I was out serving them bells, and breakin down shells
Fuck 12 I never tell, you can throw me in the cell, woah woah
Smash on ya bitch, pass her to Brodie, I’m off the shit, pouring the Codeine
Ya bitch on my dick and she thottin for free
What you gon do when she mobbin for me
What you gon do when she get on her knees
How you gon feel when she suckin a g
How you gon feel when she passed through the team
How you gon feel when she passed through the team
9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like fuck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like fuck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
How you gon feel, gon feel, when she down to fuck with a G
She rollin, she rollin, she rollin, she rollin, she rollin with me
Ain’t given her back, I ain’t given her back, and she done fuck all of the Gs
And even at that, I had to doubt that, that she catching all the diseases
Cuz you can not roll it with me, oh no
Made it from the bottom now we gettin it
Everyday’s a holiday we staying lit
Yo bitch is my present fuck her when she strip
Her motions with my hands like on some Disney shit
I’m getting it, I’m getting by, my team they ride do homicide
Ya bitch has got this lit disguise, I''m lit lit on the Percocet
I cannot die, no suicide, I gets gets so lit lit
Im big bitch I’m on fire I burned out that back tire aw yea