Текст песни The high school drop out - Trevor Koin

Woke up richer than most of my high school teachers
If not all my teachers
With a cold outfit on I was rocking that chrome heart rick
Tryna Audemars my wrist
Tried to break my hear that lil hoe wasn't even my bitch
She ain't even on my list
I don't got no time for assignments
I ain't saving hoes

This song's by the high school drop out
On God
We done copped out
Rocks in my watch now
It shine
I'ma get a baddie
Got her
Ride in my Escalade
On road to my show to make em shut it down
Ya'll remember the high school drop out
Forgot
He hadn't dropped out now it's rocks in his watch now
It's glistening
I'm guessing he got a baddie
Right
Upgraded from the caddy
Probably
Now is riding around town in a drop town
No other way

It's hard to forget
I hated waking up for class
Ain't fuck with my teachers
Wait nah but not most of them
Had me singing like Frank Aretha
Ain't wanna go back the next semester
Wish we had girls in that school
Bad bitch next to me would have lessened the stress
But still had hoes on my line
Most of them fiending for sex
I was out here entertaining but I wasn't gon hit none of them
Then they started coming out with the cases
Lucky I ain't hit none of them
What the fuck was even that time
Shit I don't even wanna remember

But still I
Woke up richer than most of my high school teachers
If not all my teachers
With a cold outfit on I was rocking that chrome heart rick
Tryna Audemars my wrist
Tried to break my hear that lil hoe wasn't even my bitch
She ain't even on my list
I don't got no time for assignments
I ain't saving hoes

Let me remind ya'll of the high school drop out
When he copped out and put rocks in his watch wow
Then he got a baddie
Rode in in his caddy
On road to his show to make em shut down
I might be the high school drop out
Maybe I copped out and put rocks in my watch wow
Might have gotten a baddie
Rode in in the caddy
On road to my shows to make em shut it down

I was thinking about writing a book my life more than interesting
Actually think I might have started we like three or four pages in
Chapter one was like fighting the hoes
Chapter two was about bikes and shit
Chapter three gon be about houses Bel Air we moving in
Chapter four gon be about clothes
Three hundred K shoes that don't even fit me
Chapter five gon be a story about how I

Woke up richer than most of my high school teachers
If not all my teachers
With a cold outfit I was rocking that chrome heart rick
Tryna Audemars my wrist
Tried to break my hear that lil hoe wasn't even my bitch
She ain't even on my list
I don't got no time for assignments
I ain't saving hoes

Last words from the high school drop out
I done copped out
Put rocks in my watch now
Then I got a baddie
Lost her I was busy
On road to my shows to make em shut it down
Yeah I am the high school drop out
Yeah I copped out put rocks in my watch now
Yeah I got a baddie
Rode in in the caddy
On road to the shows to make em shut it down