Lyrics GRADUATION - 81rexx feat. 2tonebaby

Graduate from little boy to big nigga
But I been arguing with my bitch and she been saying I ain't shit
I think my best friend, he been on a lick
If he got you let him stash whatever he got at my crib
He been out here tryna hustle wit his Draco and his bitch with him
Whip that Kurt Cobaine through city limits
You won't ever catch me timid shit we kill nigga
81 too big on my momma I'm the shit

Take a 4 straight to the head
45 in my pants
Suicide Watch, eyes on me till we land
They think I got a plan
I been popping xans might not wake up when we land
I been in a trance, they brought sticks like we in band
Got my fate inside my hands
He been talking too reckless so they had to take him from his fam
I been on 10 but I'm taxing on the gram
Put it on her lens
Now she telling hoes she met my fam
I got time to kill fore I have to leave and go again
Maybe we can chill, I can please you wit my hands
Eat that pussy let me fuck you off this mother-fucking xan
In that gushy booty moving like some jam
That ain't my dick bae that's that Jordan in my pants
Gave that hoe a sniff now she feinding she on 10
Take a 4 straight to the head
45 in my pants
We up in the sky, we too high
Eyes on me till we land

(Yeah)

Graduate from little boy to big nigga
But I been arguing wit my bitch and she been saying I ain't shit
I think my best friend, he been on a lick
If he got you let him stash whatever he got at my crib
He been out here tryna hustle wit his Draco and his bitch with him
Whip that Kurt Cobaine through city limits
You won't ever catch me timid shit we kill nigga
81 too big on my momma I'm the shit

Star boy in action
Passing a break I ain't talking no Madden
Yo bitch she love me she call me her daddy
Why you niggas always capping
Yo gang be adding I do the subtraction
1 vs 2 bitch this ain't no fraction
Nigga why you lacking
Niggas be lying when they be rapping
Move to the hills Ima still be trapping
Mask on
Mask on
Mask on
Mask on
Niggas wanna hang with the mother-fucking big dog
We don't speak, we jus talk on a jail phone
I'm 5'3 but you know that my money long
Shooting through body's like mother-fucking war zone
Stick to the gang that's my mother-fucking backbone
Kill for the bitch end this shit like a bloodstone

Graduate from little boy to big nigga
But I been arguing wit my bitch and she been saying I ain't shit
I think my best friend, he been on a lick
If he got you let him stash whatever he got at my crib
He been out here tryna hustle wit his Draco and his bitch with him
Whip that Kurt Cobaine through city limits
You won't ever catch me timid shit we kill nigga
81 too big on my momma I'm the shit