Alma Mater Playboi Carti

[Intro]
Psh, yeah, psh, beep
That's on God
Beep, buh, buh, buh, buh

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a nigga (No)
They got me trying all these clothes (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Tryna play a nigga close
Tryna play a nigga close (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (No, what?)
I don't give a fuck, ain't tryna impress a nigga (No, yeah, no)
Chopper on the dresser, nigga (Chopper)
Tatted like a Mexican, nigga
Yeah, my plug, he a Mexican nigga
Man, I wonder how I met that nigga
Young nigga, you don't want the nigga
I was brought up with some killers, nigga
On some fashion shit, yeah, my Glock smash a nigga (Fashion)
It's a movie clip, lights, camera, action, nigga (Yeah)
Been in love with the trap, nigga (What?)
I've been in love with the rap, nigga (Yeah)