Young Social 45

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[Verse]
Pull up to the school with a .45
I’m shaking cause I don’t got time to be alive
Because these niggas been pushing my buttons
Some imma off ’em and off me, police won’t be cuffin’ a nigga
Last meal is a caramel apple, small bag of Funyuns and a lemon tea Snapple
At lunchtime, spit dope rhymes for the freshmen in the lunch line
They praise me, my pistol’s been raised, think I’m crazy
Unload like nine shots, shot twelve kids and a janitor with his floor mop
Then a lunch lady, a teacher, and a campus cop
Then one bullet to my head top, click pow
I’m gone, Seezy