| I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a xanny
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| I pour up clean out the pint and I don’t measure
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| I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard
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| I’m from the old school cut, let’s put on
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| Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly
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| Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
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| In the YSL family, first we established
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| Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage
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| I need D my size
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| With this drip, bitch better catch me outside
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| I only want Forgiato rims when I ride
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| And a fully loaded FN on my side
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| I know my bro won’t lose his hope 'fore I free him out the chain gang
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| I run with locs, they can get it for the low, these young niggas gang bang
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| All a real street nigga wanna do is stack it up and maintain
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| Then jump out 'Rari on these bitches, letting these chains swang
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| Got some VVS’s these ain’t VS1
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| Brand new Balmain boots, nigga don’t get stepped on
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| Got yo main bitch with me holding my left arm
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| And they wanted me to stop, muhfucker I kept going
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| Bitch thought she was my girl, had to pass her like Brett Favre
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| On a brand new G5 taking off like NASA
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| Wild lil' beast better move on the street like a jaguar
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| And she’ll stress 'till I eat that fish like Alaska
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| I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a xanny
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| I pour up clean out the pint and I don’t measure
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| I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard
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| I’m from the old school cut, let’s put on
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| Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly
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| Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
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| In the YSL family, first we established
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| Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage
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| I can’t tell no lies
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| On the private island where we reside
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| I don’t need no stylist with the shit I buy
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| I put that shit on
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| I feel like Al Capone, play with me you die
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| She could type, connect this shit to the ties
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| New wristwatch, iced my shit 'fore I strive
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| It came with all lies
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| Protect my pride
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| I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a xanny
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| I pour up clean out the pint and I don’t measure
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| I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard
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| I’m from the old school cut, let’s put on
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| Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly
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| Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
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| In the YSL family, first we established
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| Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highschool , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп