Tracee Shade - CTNB (feat. Aus.) Lyrics

It's the middle of the day, the cafeteria's the move
Finally it's lunch time, we been dying for some food
So we headed to our lockers, acting a fool
The laughter is glued, we strolling like we back in a groove
And happy's the mood as we come round the corner
Issa lotta hubbub and chaos is in order
Now we figure boys either roasting one another
Or they bout to get it poppin' but we thinking it's the former
Either way we ready for a showdown
They done came this far now, ain't no need to slow down
Crowd growing, tryna hold steady like
(Come on now, y'all gon get the blazing
Or we all finna throw down)
Whoa now
If it pop off, I'll be in the bleachers with binoculars
My bro beside me got a loudspeaker loud & clear
While the first kid step even if the opp is popular
We watch him raise his hand up and this is all we hear
Yo first of all ya jeans bummy, you ugly with lean money
Is that Lot 29? (Oh cook this nigga bro)
I know you ain't talking like ya sneakers when you walking
Yo K-Swiss you got the time? (You gotta get this nigga yo)
Yo run to ya moms, heard she maxed her credit card
Tryna get a box of wine (Yo cook this nigga bro)
Oooh actin hard, I ain't worried bout them bombs
Cause ya girl said I'm fine (You ain't goin hit this nigga doe)
(Aye clear it out kids) Security come in
And grab a kid by the arm (yo I ain't even do nothing)
He really didn't and security don't know if he bluffing
But our lips remain sealed, ain't no snitching here cousin
Cause we live by hallway code
Keep it- (it was Jason, he's the one who started it)
Welp, except the ones with the tattletale mode
I mean he ain't lying but that's really only part of it
Nonetheless he got the boys riled up
Sitting at the tables where a kid got his smiles up
Staring down a bagel where-
(Yo look at this child bruh
Momma still making his lunches bro that's wild)
Oh that's foul
Now if it pop off, I'll be in the bleachers with binoculars
My bro beside me got a loudspeaker loud & clear
Everybody see it coming even though the opp is popular
And as he put his food down this is all we hear
Yo you eat too much Reese cups, cheesy puffs & pizza bruh
I know ya breath stank (Oh cook this nigga bro)
You think you cool cause ya brother drop you off at school
And now you smelling like dank? (You gotta get this nigga yo)
Yo keep talking while you acting all swank
Cause ya jellyroll neck I'm bout to yank (Yo cook this nigga bro)
You messing with a tank who got a fist that have you leaning
Like you gone off that drank (You ain't goin hit this nigga doe)
(Yeah see me after school bruh)
Aww yea got us all
Hooting & hollering with oohs and the aahs
Yo you think we staying patient over here? Not at all
Buddy got a friend who had enough of that (nah dawg
Run the fade now while you talkin out ya neck
Bro you think you hot shit? We don't owe you no respect)
(Yo who you think you talkin to?) Yea it's getting pretty heated
Don't nobody wanna be the one to leave the scene defeated
It's a standoff between the calmly seated and conceited
And we'll see ju- (aight that's enough of that)
(Yo I'm still eating)
Lemme back up, get my boy to give these boys space
For when they act up, prolly won't be bad but just in case
Someone get smacked up, something in the air lemme brace
For impact bru- (gasp) (yo that pizza hit his face)
(Yo pop off!) Now I'm in the bleachers with binoculars
My bro beside me got a loudspeaker loud and clear
Not a sound from anybody yo this silence isn't popular
And as he wipe his nose off this is all we hear
Yeah so what was you saying? I can't understand
The simple words of a clown (Oh cook this nigga bro)
Yo he really threw food at me
Now I gotta beat you down (You gotta get this nigga yo)
Ay yo suck my di