[Intro]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't write, huh
L462 gang

[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
I'm poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 1]
I got the bag and bitch, I got the moolah, don't look my direction, we guaped up
Walk in the club, all my n***as got semis, don't look at my section, we glocked up
Pussy boy thought he was gifted, well then, treat his ass like a gift, get him boxed up
You snitched on yourself, saying names in your raps, no you not livin' that, now you locked up
Lot of money mean a lot of honeys, pretty bitches on me, I be fuckin' hoes
War beater and a heart breaker, she can love the dick, but I ain't cuffin' hoes
Not a rainbow, I like different color money, blue strips, fell in love with those
Spinnin' like Jack in the Box, we been crackin' the opps, with my shottas, we clutchin' poles
Moving around with my gang members, them the same n***as that ain't playin' with you
Claimin' that's your, brother but he snitchin', that's the same n***a that was sprayin' with you
How yo ass my brother? We got different struggles, sandbox, I wasn't playing with you
Got a little older, moved to the trap house and in fact I wasn't paying with you
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
I'm poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 2]
Choppa be singin', that bitch can hit C-notes
Save my bro like a hero
Shooting at villains, drum come with a fifty, we blowin' this bitch 'til it's zero
And that fuck shit, I can't fuck with, I see through these n***as like a peephole
Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffin' the racks in my pillow
I got bands, bitch, but still clutchin' that tool and it blow like a motherfuckin' fan, bitch
Whatchu sayin' bitch? Heard you talk out yo neck, put this tool in yo throat, let it blam, bitch
And I ain't lying bitch
L462, we be spraying shit
Peanut butter 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick
Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep, man his ass should've known we wasn't payin' shit
Hoppin' out on my lil' slaughter shit
Glocky on me, I'ma slide a bitch
Geekin' off Xanax and molly, bitch
Mixing the Ac with my Sprite and shit
.30 on me, it ain't tucked
I might just stick up the plug
I've just been doing these drugs
Mixing the Sprite with my mud
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the fuck would I go type with opp n***as that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
I'm poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'