Highschool Thugz

Ugghh, yeahhh, everyday i wake up, bake up, time to pack all my drugs, deranged as i reareange my bag, organizing all my dime bags, better make the bus so i can make some bucks while im riding on the school bus, people be asking me for the dank stuff, smoking in the back windows cranked open, bus driver dont know we smoking weed, we wonder how we dont get caught,

we are the group of highschool thugz, highschool thugs, highschool thugz,

step down the stairs into the school this is called high school for a reason we be so doped up before class, girls be passing notes as we secretly exchange change for dime bags, making big bucks at lunch as we deal dank batches of straight collard greens, get me so high and lit, make sure the teachers only teach and dont try to breach open our bags of dope and money, must watch out for snitches they always be sneaking around tryna snatch our dreams of drugs, dank weed, working without worries we know the game, they cant catch us cuz we to fly and sly to hang out to dry like a class clown whos always the centre of attention going into detentation getting suspensions,

we be the group of highschool thugz, highschool thugz, highschool thugz,

see them daily as they shit themselves scared, so i take a stand and share my locker for a safe place to hide students stanky drugs and scales, clean record they wont dare try accuse me of possesion, pretty girls be playing with my pencil in the principals private lounge, pulling down their dresses as we smoke up daily our danky strains of sweet elite weed, fried beside as we divide each dime bag one by one, maruijuiana medicine for everyone as we sit back relax and smoke our blunts, students be ready to blaze up for a few bucks while we freely sell out our stocks of og and master kush strains,

we be the group of highschool thugz, highschool thugz, highschool thugz... highschool thugz