Class Lyrics - 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 it's 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