YEE!
I hopped in the whip and drove to your school
First target I shoot at, the one's that look cool
Like the retarded kid, make your head drool
Go get the chlorine, I'm creating pools
There is no reason to block off the windows and doors cuz my hollow tips can get thru
Teacher be panicking, calling for backup
Put the phone down, what the f*ck they gone do
They ain't know my little baby a shooter
She R.O.D. and pop out with the Ruger
She catch you lackin', I am not talking bout sex but I swear this lil bitch finna do ya
She cut yo dick off, now you can't f*ck with me
Shot at yo legs, now you can't run from me
If I don't get charged and found out you snitched
I'm coming for you, no your not done with me
Pockets out, hands go up
Put your shit in the bag so I can go eat noodles with ground beef (Yum yum yum)
Where's the teacher?
I know you gone snitch like a bitch On your knees (No no) deceased, R.I.P
R.O.D. she gone lie or post the bail
If not those two then I'll break out of jail
Since I'm a felon I can't get a job so my option is put bricks up for sale
Go find the person that snitched, don't matter how long ago
Bruh you're going to hell
Get rid of the evidence, go make another song
F*ck on your hoe and I do that shit well
Bitch!
Markus Khalifa - Fuck School Lyrics
Markus Khalifa - Fuck School Lyrics
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YEE!
I hopped in the whip and drove to your school
First target I shoot at, the one's that look cool
Like the retarded kid, make your head drool
Go get the chlorine, I'm creating pools
There is no reason to block off the windows and doors cuz my hollow tips can get thru
Teacher be panicking, calling for backup
Put the phone down, what the f*ck they gone do
They ain't know my little baby a shooter
She R.O.D. and pop out with the Ruger
She catch you lackin', I am not talking bout sex but I swear this lil bitch finna do ya
She cut yo dick off, now you can't f*ck with me
Shot at yo legs, now you can't run from me
If I don't get charged and found out you snitched
I'm coming for you, no your not done with me
Pockets out, hands go up
Put your shit in the bag so I can go eat noodles with ground beef (Yum yum yum)
Where's the teacher?
I know you gone snitch like a bitch On your knees (No no) deceased, R.I.P
R.O.D. she gone lie or post the bail
If not those two then I'll break out of jail
Since I'm a felon I can't get a job so my option is put bricks up for sale
Go find the person that snitched, don't matter how long ago
Bruh you're going to hell
Get rid of the evidence, go make another song
F*ck on your hoe and I do that shit well
Bitch!
I hopped in the whip and drove to your school
First target I shoot at, the one's that look cool
Like the retarded kid, make your head drool
Go get the chlorine, I'm creating pools
There is no reason to block off the windows and doors cuz my hollow tips can get thru
Teacher be panicking, calling for backup
Put the phone down, what the f*ck they gone do
They ain't know my little baby a shooter
She R.O.D. and pop out with the Ruger
She catch you lackin', I am not talking bout sex but I swear this lil bitch finna do ya
She cut yo dick off, now you can't f*ck with me
Shot at yo legs, now you can't run from me
If I don't get charged and found out you snitched
I'm coming for you, no your not done with me
Pockets out, hands go up
Put your shit in the bag so I can go eat noodles with ground beef (Yum yum yum)
Where's the teacher?
I know you gone snitch like a bitch On your knees (No no) deceased, R.I.P
R.O.D. she gone lie or post the bail
If not those two then I'll break out of jail
Since I'm a felon I can't get a job so my option is put bricks up for sale
Go find the person that snitched, don't matter how long ago
Bruh you're going to hell
Get rid of the evidence, go make another song
F*ck on your hoe and I do that shit well
Bitch!
Writer: Armani Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid