Spacey! - Class Lyrics

I won't spaz
I ain't mad
I got class, I got class
Sipping tea from a bag, yeah I got class
I got class, I got class
I smoke gas
The finest kind you have
I smoke gas
Zooted off the bag
Where yo cash at?
Where the cash at?
Ain't no cash app
Where the racks at?
Gloomy nigga, but he still got hella class yeah
Subies pimpin and a bitch beside to match that
Dumb bitch I ain't gone spaz cause I'm in matte black
I got the goonies in the back and they can clap back
You ain't gon shoot me cause u can't afford to have that
Broke niggas
All y'all sad uh huh
Wah Wah
I roll divine...
I smoke divine
I live divine...
I'm solely high
I'm dummy lit like Caroline
Y'all hoes be lying
Trickery
I know ya kind
Mad all the time
Filthy bitch hop off of mine
I won't spaz
I ain't mad
I got class, I got class
Sipping tea from a bag, yeah I got class
I got class, I got class