Chorus:
Holdup, this that school's out flow
f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f** the dress code lets get undressed girl
We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto
We all over 21, hit liquor store
Pull up a rock kid and we gettin stoned
Litter than a bonfire on the beach
90 degrees no shoes no shirts no sheets
Verse 1:
I'm the lord of the flies, was the fastest kid
When the only fear was who would pa** us
Now we pull all nighters to pa** on a cla**
And I seen 'em all on Adderall and Xans, throwback
We did hands in the sky, the rap of that sh**
Where'd they all go, hope they hearing this sh**
Kids all around my hood hope they feeling this sh**
To all the f**in' graduated hope they feeling this sh**
I'm on top of this sh**, world in my hands
Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans
Run a couple ads but we got a f**in' grant
And we got TNT, finna blow like
And let me talk my sh**
Give my two cents so I can park my whip
I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
Hit the motherf**in' lights finna go ape sh** woah
When windows down, and the car so fast
Lookin' for the plug, gotta charge their phone
Lookin' for the plug cuz they ran outta gas
I almost died realized I hadn't lived
This a backseat freestyle, homie no seatbelt
Drive grand theft but they got no cheat codes
I'm a G with my G-pen write a gmail
Put the G into AP take a gap year
Girls wanna run games but I'll f**in lap ya
Put me with the stars I'm lightyears away
Put me behind my bars I'll back em every day
We got a bluetooth speaker and a coloring book
No idea how long the coloring took
I saw a picture of buzz, got some bud in a bowl
And a bunch of butane its so out of control!
Chorus:
Holdup, this that school's out flow
f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f** the dress code lets get undressed girl
We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto
Holdup, this that school's out flow
f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f** the dress code lets get undressed girl
We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto
Verse 2:
And I'm right back at it, two F's got 'matics
You pray a thing jam, leave ya still like static
Heard they wanna brake but they don't want traffic
Wanna have fun, but they don't do magic
420, 24/7
Need to be resurrected with 24 reverends
And you never been higher than yo school
But we don't need d** to feel so f**in cool
I'm on top of this sh**, world in my hands
Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans
Run a couple ads but we got a f**in' grant
And we got TNT, finna blow like
And let me talk my sh**
Give my two cents so I can park my whip
I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
Hit the motherf**in' lights finna go ape sh** woah