Текст песни Graduated (feat. Cole Rose) [Remix] - B Shiesty

I graduated 23, and now the bitches call me B
I'm done with that shit, I'm gettin' some sleep
A latina bitch, I play with her feet
I'ma walk with a Drac', you can't fuck me for free
Can you give me some neck while I sit on the seat
I got done with the bitch, had to block and delete
I keep kickin' them out like I'm rockin' the cleats
That's a skinny lil' bitch, I ain't toppin' a fein
We get high and record, we was full of that green
She on dick every day, so she here for the team
I'ma go to SaksFifth, I ain't shoppin' that Shein

I'ma step in the Rick, bitch, I bought me some jeans
Fashion lil' demon for chrome I fein
Yo' bitch in my car and she tune on release
It's like she my dog, I got her on a leash
And she cannot lie, I got her ass on lock
Don't talk about that last ons, she gave me top
And if you get mad, you can meet on my Glock
But if it gon' shoot, then you know I won't stop
Unload on yo' hoe and unload on yo' block
Pop, pop, pop, pop
It blow with no stock
Hittin' yo' boy and we runnin' him down
Yeah, bitch, we got him in shock
And if he feel S, we got automatics
We do a whole lot, and I'm not talkin' talk
Bitch, I sip syrup, I'm walkin' around with the sprite
And I'm sippin' on wockity wock
Pourin' it out and he say it's so thick
Bitch, it's lookin' like chocety choc
Tell your boy to go ahead and watch out
Cause if we see him, you know he gon' drop

Class of 23 special, I be outside, don't care about the weather
I put that shit on trend setter
She say she my girl, but I ain't never met her
We hop on sticks Barrettas
I been stackin' my cheese, I been gettin' that cheddar
Got on a Givenchy sweater
I keep fuckin' your bitch, she keep gettin' wetter
I got me a chrome I'ma blow
My niggas been like that been upping the score
Niggas mad that I'm fuckin' they hoe
I'ma hop on the scene with my diamonds on froze
When you look on my back, got Vlone
I'ma fuck on your bitch while I'm playin' this song
Got her hands on her toes, she twerkin'
Gotta work with a chopper, you know it ain't perfect
Hesitant hoe, she said I was broke,
I fuck round with it, go buy her a Birkin
Shiest jump out the whip, he totin them poles
We sit in the stu, recordin' with Cole

She got white on her body, she touchin' her nose
She pull up dressed up like we makin' a show
I'm recordin' that shit, she be shakin' it slow
Got my arm in the sky with my new GoPro
And my Glock and my other, she doin' her dance
That is probably a bitch I should pass to my mans
If I stay down with it, she fuck up my plans