Highschool Lyrics By Gunna
I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny
I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure
I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard
I'm from the old school cut, let's put on scare list
Remember high school, ****, I was drippin' in Bally
Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
In the YSL family, first we established
Pocket filled with green, ****, that cabbage (Racks, racks)
I need these my size
With this drip, bitch better catch me outside
I only want Forgiato rims when I ride
And a fully loaded FN on my side
I know my bro won't lose his hope 'fore I free him out the chain gang
I run with locs, they can get it for the low
These young **** gang bang
All a real street **** wanna do is stack it up and maintain
Then jump out 'Rari on these bitches, letting these chains swing
Got some VVS's these ain't VS1
Brand new Balmain boots, **** don't get stepped on
Got yo main bitch with me holding my left arm
And they wanted me to stop, motherfucker, I kept going
Bitch thought she was my girl, had to pass her like Brett Favre
Bought a brand new G5, taking off like NASA
Wild lil' beast better move on the street like a Jaguar
And she streets till I eat that feast like a last call
I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny
I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure
I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard
I'm from the old school cut, let's put on scare list
Remember high school, ****, I was drippin' in Bally
Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
In the YSL family, first we established
Pocket filled with green, ****, that cabbage
I can't tell no lies
On the private island where we reside
I don't need no stylist with the shit I buy
I put that shit on, then light it on fire
I feel like Al Capone, play with me you die
Shit clique type, connect this shit to the ties
New wristwatch, iced my shit 'fore I strive
It came with all lies, protect my pride
I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny
I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure
I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard
I'm from the old school cut, let's put on scare list
Remember high school, ****, I was drippin' in Bally
Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali'
In the YSL family, first we established
Pocket filled with green, ****, that cabbage
