Reform School - BOLDY JAMES, Earl Sweatshirt, Da$h

I’m a lunatic, I got 5 on it once the doobie lit

We was lockin' my room door stuffin the Boosie clips

Runnin' with hooligans I put in my work

Wipe the slugs and guns off, with the tip of my shirt

Two .23's, when we ride on our enemies

And hit em up if they don’t hit me up first

And my army fatigued, it’s still gunpowder on the sleeve

Niggas get shot every day B pull down ya skirt

Before I lift it up, show the whole world ya pussy

And how you niggas been some bitches since birth

Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts

Twistin nigga’s cap back and pop a nigga

With a squig and a squirt

He dug his own grave, I’m just revealin' the dirt

Got some bullets to chase a nigga, to the end of the earth

Until we meet again, I think with death ima flirt

Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk

Fuck y’all niggas what y’all wanna do

Bumpin' my new shit mobbin' with the crew

Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool

Let me know if it’s a problem cause the solving we could do

Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach

With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly

Grab the mickey and the coaster and sit it

Now I been sober a minute, ho tell your soldiers forget it

Spit it as cold as the frigid, dare me to host it and shit

Just carry the flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders

Various hoes in the whip and they blowin' smoke at the chauffeur

Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean

I can’t help it it’s Tan Cressida, gram sellers

Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damp cellar

Far from the fronting, my niggas was in the back

Yelling cause we came from nothing like everything that you can’t tell us

Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off

Ramp camp Camelot, canon cocked, lick a shot

Bop, bop liquor slosh bottom of the belly

Bars lock hard hitting like they squabbing with the celly

Fuck y’all niggas what y’all wanna do

Bumpin' my new shit mobbin' with the crew

Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool

Let me know if it’s a problem cause the solving we could do

Smokin' all the green, exhalin' dragon breath up out my nasal

Order steak, rosemary with the basil

It’s too rare, get it off my table, way I pimp

Should of stuck with the shrimp, dick stuck to her lips

The money stuck to my thumbs, I’m spittin' rounds like a drum

Bitch said her man was a bum and he think he got that bag

Get her high and dog her ass, she tellin' me 'bout homie stash

I listen up and roll my grass, before the blunt was even ashed

I hit my homie on the jack like

Just got the word on what the lick read

Essex county, and he sitting on 'bout six Ps

Is you 'bout it?

he say «for sure» we rushed to move

Riding with my top gun like Tom fucking Cruise

No license behind the wheel, blowing red signs

I push that red line before fed time

Get the flip and write a verse or two

Nah, us niggas never heard of you

Denzel in training day, motherfucker I’m getting surgical