W.I.T.S - W.I.T.S Education Lyrics

You bring that nigga to the court
Bet he talk don't he
You bring that rat out
To the court
I bet it squeal don't it
Lil shawty she might catch a case for me mama
Bitch i ain't donating my blood
I ain't ya blood nigga
And i ain't got the guts to tell her
That i got it by my gut
Trap a lot and niggas learn your name, now you need a gun
Sabotage a nigga whole team, set a nigga up and act rude
My niggas rock semis and
357s
And they left that
Beef up
In the pot you know they
Let it cook nigga, you pussy
I be outside your crib everyday
But you say you hard
I be outside they crib everyday, but they say they hard
Every time i pull up
It's a chrome repeater yeah
Try a nigga
Please nigga
They gone sell you lies, don't you buy into it
Beef out in the east, this shit is cake to me
Hold that
Shit in long enough, that rage gone escape from you
Shave a nigga face off with a razor blade scrape, uh
Table finna flip, the table turn upon a toddler
I turn up on a nigga if he f*cking with a scholar
Real shit, we talking education, i own the whole college
Kids come crawling to me begging me for knowledge
And i say something so smart that they can't even acknowledge
And i don't get, outta bed until my clip is in my 9, i don't forget
Nothin nigga, i'm the realest nigga
I'm at your neck
Shawty at my neck if i don't answer the text she need that bag
And she need it bad cuz she got clientele too
These new rappers gone make 6 of the same song
Great bars
Yes my nigga i'm being sarcastic
Ticked, tipped off
Nigga try and tempt me temperature go way, way up
Catch them slipping
Smoke a l out and my life soon
Gone
Be a story that you tell about
Boom
Now niggas talking different
All because i'm proud of myself but niggas really clowns
Nigga kill a cow if you want beef
I go from zero to a hunnid
Quick call me bugatti gatted up
But soon my shawty
Mansion gone be gated up
Hate all you want that pain uh
Ain't never gone phase me
Blank face 24/7
I Told you i'mma scholar
Bitch i'm school
Boy i bully niggas
I'm boutta body niggas
F*ck dropping a bag bro
Brody don't know nothin nigga
Back window rolls down i'll start poppin
Popping off
Hit my girl up, just to get in them his draws
R.i.p his pussy out the passenger side
With the strap trapped
Now ain't you nigga
So now watchu finna do
Hopping out to do a shoot
I ain't leaving that strap in the car ay
40 Oz bottle used to be up in my father hand
Driving down that union road in bayshore with them open cans
Hand sanitize that shit after you touch it nigga
I wipe my 9 down, cause i don't want you prints on it that's disgusting nigga
I hold my pistol, you won't believe it, it's by my penis.
It's like a missile, open adam, fire, watchu talking bout
Adam and eve should've never ate the apple from the tree
Well i guess the real question is who planted the tree
She make one mistake imma dead her, i don't got time to waste
And i get beretta and i put it by my waist
And even when i'm outside chillin, i still be tryna let it slide
I brought the fire straight up into 7/11
Copped my self some smoke
You bring that nigga to the court
Bet he talk don't he
You bring that rat out to the court
I bet it squeal don't it lil shawty
She might
Catch a case for me mama
Bitch i ain't donating my blood
I ain't ya blood nigga
Nothin nigga, i'm the realest nigga
I'm at your neck
Shawty at my neck if i don't answer the text she need that bag
And she need it bad cuz she got clientele too
These new rappers gone make 6 of the same song
Great bars
Yes my nigga i'm being sarcastic
Ticked, tipped off
Nigga try and tempt me temperature go way, way up
Catch them slipping
Smoke a l out and my life soon gone
Be a story that you tell about
Boom