high-school-dropout-lyrics-sleazyworld-go


Song: High School Dropout
Singer: SleazyWorld Go
Music: Rage Santana
Lyrics: SleazyWorld Go, Rage Santana
Album: More Than A Shooter (2024)

High School Dropout Lyrics

We still chasin’ n!ggas down, we still runnin’ down sh!t, n!gga
On my mama
(Did it again, Rage, you goin’ crazy)
Come on

Told bro, “Pull the car over, I’ma hop out” (Mm)
I ain’t finish school, get no diploma, b!tch, I’m a dropout (n!gga)
Skippin’ school, I ain’t wanna go to class because the block hot
Glock adjustin’ n!ggas like photos, this b!tch’ll crop you out
If we ain’t talk about f**kin’ when you slide, b!tch, what we talkin’ ’bout? (Talkin’ ’bout)
Hollows get to spittin’ out that choppa, this b!tch talk a lot (Ha)
L’on respond when n!ggas troll me, l’on like to talk too much (Mm)
We put sh!t to bed in real life, them boys’ll chalk you up (Yeah)
Pray the opps don’t make it safe, I wish death on all of ’em (Death on all of ’em)
Lemon squeeze, switchy gon’ come sneeze up on all of ’em (Grrr)
Blessin’ n!ggas, makin’ examples out ’em, n!ggas lessons now
They killin’ the rappers, why the f**k would I put this weapon down? (Uh)
But I can’t put this weapon down (Uh-huh), n!ggas tryna take me out (Yeah)
If we see that whip, we flippin’ it, so keep them babies out (Kids out)
He got shot and foamed up, he got rabies now (He got rabies now)
Hit his ass, but he kept runnin’, we gon’ chase him now (Come on)
Ain’t no n!ggas smokin’ me (On me), I keep this b!tch close to me (Close to me)
The opps kill me, y’all better slide, that’s how it’s supposed to be (Y’all better slide)
I’m a felon, I can’t carry, so bro tote for me (He gon’ tote for me)
Reach for my neck like cigarettes, bro smokin’ it
And I’m too deep up in them trenches, so ain’t no backin’ out (Ain’t no backin’ out)
Opps miss they shots like a rebound, the choppa backed him out (Come here)
When the smoke up and the beef hit, ain’t no tappin’ out (Ain’t no tappin’ out)
And the Draco lay n!ggas down, it’s called a mattress now
L’on f**k with n!ggas no more, b!tch, l’m antisocial (I’m antisocial)
Pay attention to the n!ggas close to you, they the ones that smoke you (They the ones that smoke you)

You ain’t even slide when he died, how you still post ’em? (How you still post ’em?)
You ain’t even slide when he died, how you still post ’em, n!gga? (n!gga)
Why the f**k, n!gga? (n!gga)
You ain’t step out there, you ain’t get out there behind him, n!gga (n!gga)
Why the f**k, n!gga?
Why the f**k you still postin’ that, n!gga?
Come on