[Intro]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't write?
Huh, L462 gang

[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 1]
I got the bag and bitch, I got the moolah
Don't look my direction, we guaped up
Walk in the club, all my n***as got semis
Don't look at my section, we glocked up
Pussy boy thought he was gifted
Well then treat his ass like a gift, get him boxed up
You snitched on yourself, sayin' names in your raps
No, you not livin' that, now you locked up
Lot of money mean a lot of honey
Pretty bitches on me, I be fuckin' hoes
War beater and a heart breaker
She can love the dick, but I ain't cuffin' hoes
Not a rainbow, I like different color money
Blue strips, fell in love with those
Spinnin' like Jack-In-The-Box, we been crackin' the opps
With my shottas, we clutchin' poles
Movin' around with my gang members
Them the same n***as that ain't playin' with you
Claimin' that's your brother, but he snitchin'
That's the same n***a that was sprayin' with you
How yo ass my brother? We got different struggles
Sandbox, I wasn't playing with you
Got a little older, moved to the trap house
And in fact, I wasn't playing with you
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz, then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 2]
Choppa be singin', that bitch can hit C-notes
Save my bro like a hero
Shooting at villains, drum come with a fifty
We blowin' this bitch 'til it's zero
And that fuck shit, I can't fuck with
I see through these n***as like a peephole
Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffin' the racks in my pillow
I got bands, bitch, but still clutchin' that tool
And it blow like a motherfuckin' fan, bitch
What you sayin', bitch? Heard you talk out your neck
Put this tool in your throat, let it blam, bitch
And I ain't lying, bitch
L462, we be spraying shit
Peanut butter 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick
Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six-deep
Man, his ass should've known we wasn't payin' shit
Hoppin' out on my lil' slaughter shit
Glocky on me, I'ma slide a bitch
Geekin' off Xanax and molly, bitch
Mixing the Ack with my Sprite and shit
Thirty on me, it ain't tucked
I might just stick up the plug
I've just been doing these drugs
Mixing the Sprite with my mud
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz, then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'