Doechii 101, I'm the dean in the school-a
See they taking notes, get your pens and your rulers
Sitting in the back with the nerds and the shooters
Bet you that bazooka make 'em do the Zumba
Working like a winner, but I'm humble like a loser
Wonder who's the beggars and the motherf*ckin' choosers
New bitch on my debit, call her Debbie, she a chula
She don't speak no ingles, talk to me in numbers
Gotta say a prayer before I hop inside that ooh-yah
Wetter than the ocean, damnit, I'ma scuba
Can't get you a flight, but I can call your Uber
Drop her off at nighttime on the coast of Cuba
I can't be mad about no bitches that I'm badder than
I can't be sad about no demons I been battlin'
I'm a brand, I get booked, I got fans, I got looks
Can't be skippin' over data, I ain't settlin'
You want my spot, you gotta walk inside my Lettermans
Talk shit, might get laid on my platter then
I'll snatch you out the sack you were smothered in
Who your favorite rapper? Well, let's get to stutterin'
Turn 'em into smithereens, taking all your dividends
Make your life a living hell, treat you like you Zimmerman
Could've sworn I warned you, you just don't remember it
Put 'em in the hot seat, I can see 'em sizzling
Hoo, I gotta laugh
Your favorite local rapper drew the dirt out my bath
I'm dropping something light just so niggas feel my wrath
And usually I play nice, but niggas in my path
Niggas in my-
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Doechii 101, I'm the dean in the school-a
See they taking notes, get your pens and your rulers
Sitting in the back with the nerds and the shooters
Bet you that bazooka make 'em do the Zumba
Working like a winner, but I'm humble like a loser
Wonder who's the beggars and the motherf*ckin' choosers
New bitch on my debit, call her Debbie, she a chula
She don't speak no ingles, talk to me in numbers
Gotta say a prayer before I hop inside that ooh-yah
Wetter than the ocean, damnit, I'ma scuba
Can't get you a flight, but I can call your Uber
Drop her off at nighttime on the coast of Cuba
I can't be mad about no bitches that I'm badder than
I can't be sad about no demons I been battlin'
I'm a brand, I get booked, I got fans, I got looks
Can't be skippin' over data, I ain't settlin'
You want my spot, you gotta walk inside my Lettermans
Talk shit, might get laid on my platter then
I'll snatch you out the sack you were smothered in
Who your favorite rapper? Well, let's get to stutterin'
Turn 'em into smithereens, taking all your dividends
Make your life a living hell, treat you like you Zimmerman
Could've sworn I warned you, you just don't remember it
Put 'em in the hot seat, I can see 'em sizzling
Hoo, I gotta laugh
Your favorite local rapper drew the dirt out my bath
I'm dropping something light just so niggas feel my wrath
And usually I play nice, but niggas in my path
Niggas in my-
See they taking notes, get your pens and your rulers
Sitting in the back with the nerds and the shooters
Bet you that bazooka make 'em do the Zumba
Working like a winner, but I'm humble like a loser
Wonder who's the beggars and the motherf*ckin' choosers
New bitch on my debit, call her Debbie, she a chula
She don't speak no ingles, talk to me in numbers
Gotta say a prayer before I hop inside that ooh-yah
Wetter than the ocean, damnit, I'ma scuba
Can't get you a flight, but I can call your Uber
Drop her off at nighttime on the coast of Cuba
I can't be mad about no bitches that I'm badder than
I can't be sad about no demons I been battlin'
I'm a brand, I get booked, I got fans, I got looks
Can't be skippin' over data, I ain't settlin'
You want my spot, you gotta walk inside my Lettermans
Talk shit, might get laid on my platter then
I'll snatch you out the sack you were smothered in
Who your favorite rapper? Well, let's get to stutterin'
Turn 'em into smithereens, taking all your dividends
Make your life a living hell, treat you like you Zimmerman
Could've sworn I warned you, you just don't remember it
Put 'em in the hot seat, I can see 'em sizzling
Hoo, I gotta laugh
Your favorite local rapper drew the dirt out my bath
I'm dropping something light just so niggas feel my wrath
And usually I play nice, but niggas in my path
Niggas in my-
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group