Gotta lotta stuff, fool
And even your friends at school.
Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide
We hang at school and chat every night
And this will be the song that we sing
And i'm sick of not sleeping,
Be ready to receive this written spit and get sick
Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket
People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,
I'll smash tracks and act sick
This a lil change trick
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