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It's your first year of high school Yeah (Its- I'm scared) Are you excited about it? I'm scared (Hahaha), I'm genuinely scared Wh-What're you scared of? Yeah Uh, uh Yeah Uh, uh Yeah Uh, uh Yeah I ride around in that big body whip and that bitch tinted black I move just like Obama I'm blowing up like Osama I might get a flight to Dubai and just cop me a llama Shout out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh) Ya bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet Run to the coin like I'm Sonic I took that boy racks, now he whining Lil' boy, come and find it You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, laser Told a lil' bitch these Ricks Not no Converse, not no Chuck Taylor You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, laser You know I got fire to my nickname, The Big Layer You better watch where you step I say "Sorry bitch, I'm off the booze" She chew me up like some food I'm off a Xan, I look a fool His momma just got the news Damn, now her son in the ground These niggas mad, go up to lay out I pay for her butt, now she singing "Abow" Paper I'm stackin' I'm fly like a dragon I'm fly like Aladdin Lil' bitch I ain't cappin' Today know I'm rappin' But no, I ain't lackin' Think I sold my soul, by the paper I'm havin' But back the rapping Got that lil' bitch gagging My ex for a reason, that shit never happened Lil' bitch you need to get back, back, back, back Got a all black Scaff car, tell 'em "Move and Attack" I ride around in that big body whip and that bitch tinted black I move just like Obama I'm blowing up like Osama I might get a flight to Dubai and just cop me a llama Shout out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh) Ya bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet Run to the coin like I'm Sonic I took that boy racks, now he whining Lil' boy, come and find it You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, laser Told a lil' bitch these Ricks Not no Converse, not no Chuck Taylor You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, laser You know I got fire to my nickname, The Big Layer