Lil Zay Osama - High School Dropout lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - High School Dropout lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy
High school dropout, I got the Glock out, ayy
They know how I rock out, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
High school dropout, I got the Glock out
Diss school, FaceTime the opps, tell 'em
"Pop out"
Slide through they shit, no, they is not out
I just broke up with my
Bitch 'cause it's hot out
Pull up block bound, Hemis and Glocks
Remis and thots
You better watch how you bendin' the block
You fuck around, catch
Unlimited shit's, glah, glah
I do not lie in my rhyme
I do not lie on my dick
I do not lie on the guys
I see a opp I'ma spaz
Switch on that bitch, make him crash, ayy
Spent money on goons
Tell 'em I'm down to my last
Bam got smoked, we allergic to squares
I keep a gun, I ain't goin' out sad
Keep smokin' out opps 'til we
Down to our last
We got them Glocks with them beams and shit
Red and blue and green and shit
Guns big as me, I ain't seen this shit
Do a drill
I ain't never gonna clean the stick
They thought I'd never get rich, my opps sick
All black whips behind the tint
They keep dyin', we never get hit
You know we ain't hidin', we always
We do not beef on the 'net
We do not over hoes that's stressed
Don't tolerate no disrespect
You out of line
We leavin' you wherever we at
Foenem'll do it wherever we at
Fan it out if it's some smoke in the air
Dude got hit, now he rollin' a chair
We tryna kill all the smoke in the air
Don't come around with your shit on
You just might be a lick, foenem'll get on
Just bought a G-lock, Von, put the switch on
Thirty of you got somethin' for me to get on
High school dropout, I got the Glock out, ayy
They know how I rock out, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
High school dropout, I got the Glock out
Diss school, FaceTime the opps, tell 'em
"Pop out"
Slide through they shit, no, they is not out
I just broke up with my
Bitch 'cause it's hot out
Pull up block bound, Hemis and Glocks
Remis and thots
You better watch how you bendin' the block
You fuck around, catch
Unlimited shit's, glah, glah
I do not lie in my rhyme
I do not lie on my dick
I do not lie on the guys
I see a opp I'ma spaz
Switch on that bitch, make him crash, ayy
Spent money on goons
Tell 'em I'm down to my last
Bam got smoked, we allergic to squares
I keep a gun, I ain't goin' out sad
Keep smokin' out opps 'til we
Down to our last
We got them Glocks with them beams and shit
Red and blue and green and shit
Guns big as me, I ain't seen this shit
Do a drill
I ain't never gonna clean the stick
They thought I'd never get rich, my opps sick
All black whips behind the tint
They keep dyin', we never get hit
You know we ain't hidin', we always
We do not beef on the 'net
We do not over hoes that's stressed
Don't tolerate no disrespect
You out of line
We leavin' you wherever we at
Foenem'll do it wherever we at
Fan it out if it's some smoke in the air
Dude got hit, now he rollin' a chair
We tryna kill all the smoke in the air
Don't come around with your shit on
You just might be a lick, foenem'll get on
Just bought a G-lock, Von, put the switch on
Thirty of you got somethin' for me to get on