[Intro: Lil Rae]
Into college, and I'm three lectures behind
There's this guy, let's name him Colin, he says he wants to be mine
But it doesn't really sit with me quite right 'cause he doesn't really like the things I like
And I keep accidentally locking myself out of my dorm in the middle of the night
I wake up kinda wired, and I wake up kinda cold (Huh, huh, YCOE, ayy, Darixn)
And I wake up kinda tired, but I'll just sleep in when I'm old (Huh, damn, damn, damn, Four3va)
See, I don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Uh, goddamn)
So, I just— don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil Rae & Big Yavo]
Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped 'em
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who sent them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
Didn't graduate from Therrell High, didn't graduate from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals (Skrrt)
[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)
Into college, and I'm three lectures behind
There's this guy, let's name him Colin, he says he wants to be mine
But it doesn't really sit with me quite right 'cause he doesn't really like the things I like
And I keep accidentally locking myself out of my dorm in the middle of the night
I wake up kinda wired, and I wake up kinda cold (Huh, huh, YCOE, ayy, Darixn)
And I wake up kinda tired, but I'll just sleep in when I'm old (Huh, damn, damn, damn, Four3va)
See, I don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Uh, goddamn)
So, I just— don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil Rae & Big Yavo]
Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped 'em
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who sent them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
Didn't graduate from Therrell High, didn't graduate from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals (Skrrt)
[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)
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