[Chorus: Pick]
Holdup, this that school's out flow
Fuck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
Fuck 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: Pick]
I'm the lord of the flies, was the fastest kid
When the only fear was who would pass us
Now we pull all nighters to pass on a class
And I seen 'em all on Adderall and Xans, throwback
We did hands in the sky, the rap of that shit
Where'd they all go, hope they hearing this shit
Kids all around my hood hope they feeling this shit
To all the fuckin' graduated hope they feeling this shit
I'm on top of this shit, world in my hands
Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans
Run a couple ads but we got a fuckin' grant
And we got TNT, finna blow like
And let me talk my shit
Give my two cents so I can park my whip
I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
Hit the motherfuckin' lights finna go ape shit 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 fuckin 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: Pick]
Holdup, this that school's out flow
Fuck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
Fuck the dress code lets get undressed girl
We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto
Holdup, this that school's out flow
Fuck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
Fuck the dress code lets get undressed girl
We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto
[Verse 2: Pick]
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 by 24 reverends
And you never been as high as yo school
But we don't need drugs and we're so fuckin cool
I'm on top of this shit, world in my hands
Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans
Run a couple ads but we got a fuckin' grant
And we got TNT, finna blow like
And let me talk my shit
Give my two cents so I can park my whip
I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
Hit the motherfuckin' lights finna go ape shit woah