The Alchemist - Reform School lyrics

[Verse 1: Boldy James] 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 n***as get shot every day B pull down ya skirt Before I lift it up, show the whole world ya p**y And how you n***as been some b**hes since birth Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts Twistin n***a's cap back and pop a n***a With a squig and a squirt He dug his own grave, I'm just revealin' the dirt Got some bullets to chase a n***a, to the end of the earth Until we meet again, I think with d**h ima flirt Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk [Hook: Domo Genesis] f** y'all n***as what y'all wanna do Bumpin' my new sh** 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 [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach With a couple b**hes 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 co*ked, lick a shot Bop, bop liquor slosh bottom of the belly Bars lock hard hitting like they squabbing with the celly [Hook: Domo Genesis] f** y'all n***as what y'all wanna do Bumpin' my new sh** 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 [Verse 3: Da$h] Smokin' over green Exhalin' dragon breath up out my nasal All the staples married with the basil It's too reg, get it off my table Way I pimp, shoulda stuck withe shrimp Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs I'm spittin' rounds like a drum b**h said her man was a bum And he think he got that bag Get her high and dog her a** She telling me 'bout homie stash I listen up and roll my gra** Before the blunt was even ashed I hit my homie on the jack like Just got the word on what the lick read