Class - Young Dro

You can’t touch this shit, man

It’s like the Holy Grail, baby

Keep playing, I’mma hold your head like a…

Feel short to care

I’mma show a nigga how to do it well

Everything costs, sure

You got money, you’re a bad bitch

My bad, I got a bitch on the line

I’mma come back

We’re riding all summer

Believe it or not, niggaz this is weepy

Hoes are like my hot wings

I’m ballin', nigga tryin' to find me

I’m going to New York

Hoes in Maui

Money in the wallet

Can anyone stop me?

You can’t find a nigga with a tape

And A.K.A to the risk

Now I got your body in the back

You ain’t even in the class up

You ain’t even in the class up

What the fuck you’re saying?

You ain’t even in the class up

Hey, you tell them that

Yeah!

You ain’t even in the class up

You ain’t even in the class up

What the fuck you’re saying?

You ain’t even in the class up

Hey, you tell them that

Hoes, I like them juicy like …

Even like a cannibal, of course

Like why are we at a horse?

Situation in my hand, that’s in my hand

I’m going back to the night like Batman

I eat a bitch up like pet man

I’m so sick with the flow

Catch that!

Please, tell me what’s wrong with me

You niggaz are strong as me

Yeah, we’re fuckin' with the same bitch

I’m from a band

You nigga… me?

Sun is about to get viper

She doesn’t know nothing

And tell the niggaz that she needs a diper

And I thought': bitches, here, hy, this is Shorty

Pull a nigga without its position

I can’t call it

What’s the nigga you like?

You ain’t even in the class up

You ain’t even in the class up

You ain’t even in the class up

You ain’t even in the class up

Hey, you tell them that