Hood Ferris Bueller Lyrics

In the streets I keep the heat inside much cooler

Brought mystick up in the class clip just like ruler

With the shit since 8th grade hood Ferris buller

Whole body got that shine had to tip the jeweler

And my bitch get them checks I just had to her

Wrench up on the chop I had to tool her

You a rat up in the street you sleeping in the sewer

Nigga you ain't got them racks why you trynna fool her

Ice just like a cooler

Always counting Mula

Got a schoolgirl bitch and she repping xula

And she a got smart head she my private tutor

Bro don't like the other side he a opp shooter

Go pro on the rounds I see right through ya

She ride me while I'm on the beat call me young scooter

Fucked a Oklahoma bitch I made made her cum sooner

Chop is my gossip girl she gon spread a rumor

All good in the hood I don't need a tuner

Knock the hair off his head like I'm shooting tumors