Lyrics First Day of Class - Creamo

You know what the fuck going on man
This ain't nothing new man
Getting fresh like the First Day of Class man
You know how it be

I get fresh like the First Day of Class
I'm in LA we trapping some gas
I got 10 in this messenger bag
I went shopping I felt kinda mad
She been looking at me since I came
When I pull up they do the same
Don't be mad when yo bitch end up missing
Don't be mad when she jacking my slang
I stay in my lane
You niggas is some lames
If you ain't gang then you can't hang
Don't lose yo life chasing no fame
I keep that 40 on me like it's apart of my fit
While you worried about my check
You need to worry bout ya bitch

Went up to Neiman's I met up with Paul
I be shopping might be right back up here tomorrow
I spent $4K on a jacket
My bitch look fantastic
No basic she come from afar
I got 200 on the dash of my car
When I put it in sport
Yo shit ain't up to par
Ain't got no key I just push it to start
They gone hate me the day I take over the charts
Just brought a Moncler off of trapping exotic
I know it's the summer but fuck it I got it
I put that shit on I'm dripping exotic
I cut off them niggas they aura was toxic
Ain't pulling up until I get that deposit
I'm vibing in stage because they know I'm the hottest
I got more drip than a broken down faucet
I flew out to Bali to chill in the tropics
She gone throw that ass like Nicki did in Anaconda
She working me like Quavo say I think I need my runners
If a nigga find out gone be upset I got her number
I don't play the radio no this is no Frank Ski and Wanda

I get fresh like the First Day of Class
I'm in LA we trapping some gas
I got 10 in this messenger bag
I went shopping I felt kinda mad
She been looking at me since I came
When I pull up they do the same
Don't be mad when yo bitch end up missing
Don't be mad when she jacking my slang
I stay in my lane
You niggas is some lames
If you ain't gang then you can't hang
Don't lose yo life chasing no fame
I keep that 40 on me like it's apart of my fit
While you worried about my check
You need to worry bout ya bitch

I'm having all these hundreds
I ain't even gotta swipe
Racks bussing out my denims
You and me are not alike
I pull up in that off-white colored Lamb
With the doors up
Just to show your bitch how I arrived
They can't knock me off my pivot
I ain't never fucked with squares
I went up another level
Niggas trying to take the stairs
I don't want you by yo self
I like my bitches by the pairs
One in my lap one in the chair
I'm rolling up she twisting hair
Bitch I been living live
My pockets look like thigh pads
Go to Lenox Mall and buy it all ain't looked at 1 tag
He copped his first designer
Now he can't stop taking pictures
I got bitches by the deuces I don't care if they real sisters

I get fresh like the First Day of Class
I'm in LA we trapping some gas
I got 10 in this messenger bag
I went shopping I felt kinda mad
She been looking at me since I came
When I pull up they do the same
Don't be mad when yo bitch end up missing
Don't be mad when she jacking my slang
I stay in my lane
You niggas is some lames
If you ain't gang then you can't hang
Don't lose yo life chasing no fame
I keep that 40 on me like it's apart of my fit
While you worried about my check
You need to worry bout ya bitch