Be cruel to your school In the name of rock and roll Just like a sister or a brother 'Cause you may never get another 'Cause hey I gotta know What I'll have to show When I hi-hi-ho it from here 'cause you may never get another well I don't think I'll

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

I won't say it again Boy you know I don't get naughty for anybody And I won't say it again Even though this ain't the first time I'll tell you one time I ain't gon' say it again Time to turn What you been asking Into actions

In a permanent state When I was a young boy I tried to listen All this noise, I'm waking up All this space I'm taking up Maybe you'll get what you wanted Maybe you'll stumble upon it Everything you ever wanted Maybe you'll know when you see it

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

So you wanna play with magic Boy, you should know whatcha falling for Baby do you dare to do this 'Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, a perfect storm 'Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine There’s no

Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

Boy, you know we'd do it every single day I'll show you want I like boy, boy, boy If you show me what you like boy, boy, boy I'll show you what I like If you show me what you like, boy If I had a choice If I had my way If I had a wish And if I had my way

Walkin' in the park just the other day, baby What do you what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said Hey Boy do you want to score? And you know how it is I really don't know what time it was oh, oh So