New Skool

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

(Mama know who Cub$kout is)

Murder (Murder)

Uh, young ****, new school

My pockets full of blues

Stay up, I cannot snooze

Uh, go-getter

Uh-uh, breadwinner

Can't forget, he reckless, ****

Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules

Ooh, he'll wreck with you

I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)

When it's up

Don't pick or choose

Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh)

Tryna swing that stick at you

Just pray it hit

And he don't make it through

Know this is how that switch'll do

For that **** thinkin'

He bulletproof

I want black and yellow bitches like Pikachu

Bro'nem trap him, like, "Boom-boom"

It could be fifty **** in this room

I'ma be the sickest **** that walk through

I got no trust

Got to watch how I move

Yeah, one wrong move, might be the news

So, you know I got to stay strapped with my tool

I know my math, but, I ain't finish school

Young **** with a attitude

Don't know, you don't try to give me dap, dude

**** play, they lay, get clapped, fool

Zone 6, in the bricks where we at, dude

Huh-huh, know if you take one

We loadin' up for to take two

Huh-huh, that's how we got dude, fuck all that sayin' what you gone do

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Uh, young ****, new school

My pockets full of blues

Stay up, I cannot snooze

Uh, go-getter

Uh-uh, breadwinner

Can't forget, he reckless ****

Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules

Ooh, he'll wreck with you

I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)

When it's up

Don't pick or choose

Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh)

Tryna swing that stick at you

Just pray it hit

And he don't make it through

Know this is how that switch'll do

For that **** thinkin' he bulletproof

I know they hate I'm ballin', like what the fuck I do to you?

Real shot-caller

Shots callin' just for to get at you

Forget the youngin wildin'

Shit

He come straight from out the Bayou

I won't do no talkin', bitches come to shit on you

They know I'm the truth, the sickest youngin comin' from this bitch

Ho, shame on you, you left, so, it's, "Bitch, suck my dick"

But, I can't blame you

Shouldn't've fucked with that ho when I know that I'm it

Got money made too legit

Bway, the serious kid

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Bway)

Uh, young ****, new school

My pockets full of blues

Stay up, I cannot snooze

Uh, go-getter

Uh-uh, breadwinner

Can't forget, he reckless, ****

Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules

Ooh, he'll wreck with you

I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh)

When it's up

Don't pick or choose

Just me and bro tryna get at you

(Ooh)

Tryna swing that stick at you

Just pray it hit

And he don't make it through

Know this is how that switch'll do

For that **** thinkin' he bulletproof

(Grrah)

Thinkin' he bulletproof

That's for thinkin' you bulletproof

They should've told you how that switch'll do

That switch'll do, oh