The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts
All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole
I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole
All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
All my niggas still drilling shit
After that moscato hit
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