PICK - Bluetooth (prod. Mantra) lyrics

[Chorus: Pick] Holdup, this that school's out flow f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo f** the dress code lets get undressed girl We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto We all over 21, hit liquor store Pull up a rock kid and we gettin stoned Litter than a bonfire on the beach 90 degrees no shoes no shirts no sheets [Verse 1: Pick] I'm the lord of the flies, was the fastest kid When the only fear was who would pa** us Now we pull all nighters to pa** on a cla** And I seen 'em all on Adderall and Xans, throwback We did hands in the sky, the rap of that sh** Where'd they all go, hope they hearing this sh** Kids all around my hood hope they feeling this sh** To all the f**in' graduated hope they feeling this sh** I'm on top of this sh**, world in my hands Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans Run a couple ads but we got a f**in' grant And we got TNT, finna blow like And let me talk my sh** Give my two cents so I can park my whip I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit Hit the motherf**in' lights finna go ape sh** woah When windows down, and the car so fast Lookin' for the plug, gotta charge their phone Lookin' for the plug cuz they ran outta gas I almost died realized I hadn't lived This a backseat freestyle, homie no seatbelt Drive grand theft but they got no cheat codes I'm a G with my G-pen write a gmail Put the G into AP take a gap year Girls wanna run games but I'll f**in lap ya Put me with the stars I'm lightyears away Put me behind my bars I'll back em every day We got a bluetooth speaker and a coloring book No idea how long the coloring took I saw a picture of buzz, got some bud in a bowl And a bunch of butane its so out of control! [Chorus: Pick] Holdup, this that school's out flow f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo f** the dress code lets get undressed girl We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto Holdup, this that school's out flow f** the good kids, bring the goons out yo f** the dress code lets get undressed girl We don't get arrested, bring the juice presto [Verse 2: Pick] And I'm right back at it, two F's got 'matics You pray a thing jam, leave ya still like static Heard they wanna brake but they don't want traffic Wanna have fun, but they don't do magic 420, 24/7 Need to be resurrected by 24 reverends And you never been as high as yo school But we don't need d** and we're so f**in cool I'm on top of this sh**, world in my hands Made a couple k's, and made out with some fans Run a couple ads but we got a f**in' grant And we got TNT, finna blow like And let me talk my sh** Give my two cents so I can park my whip I heard they wanna spark but its still not lit Hit the motherf**in' lights finna go ape sh** woah