Bleachers

9th grade I'm in the bleachers, first car was a Kia

Now I'm charging for the features, and now it's like fuck all my teachers

Yea I'm Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa

My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter

Yea, I'm flexing these bands wit ya bitch, poppin these xannies and shit

I don't give a shit, I might throw a rack at ya bitch, then hop in the whip

And beat up the clit, then pass the bitch off to the clique, I'm done wit that shit

My mind on the money I'm hitting these licks, I burn through the zip

And don't even trip, I make a few racks when I cut up the brick

I throw the ones with these hoes, never make time in advance for these hoes

I'm cool with the bros, I stay on my toes, I'm never gon fold