Pom-pom
Cheerleaders throw them up and down
Real Niggas show em what's up now
They are in the crowd smokin a pound
the bomb yeah
Get head fuck good grades

I'm a star player of the game
You know my number and my name
58
And when I get famous imma fix your titties up
And make sure they're straight
If I was certified to be a professor
You'd get straight a's
Your dad will be proud as fuck
You mom would be mad as fuck
The way I pull up
My hooligans coming from the hood
They ain't up to nothing good
Do what we shouldn't
Ain't have no daddy to show discipline
Ain't have no wholesome momma
To call a woman
That's just where we from
Learned how to shoot a gun
When I was a child
Karma comes in piles and loads
Pick and choose my fun
And I'm with a bunch of knuckle heads
That's down to roll
Down the road


Pom-pom
Cheerleaders throw them up and down
Real Niggas show em what's up now
They are in the crowd smokin a pound
the bomb yeah
Get head fuck good grades


Who's in charge here?
What are you the sergeant here?
Imma clean and load my gun u til my targets clear
Yea
Shoot all of you niggas til you all ain't here
Yea
You may worship the sun I'm a star that's near
Burned all my high school letterman's in the fireplace
My legacy it sits here right on my face
I don't smile at you frown at you at all
I'm in the bleachers smoking weed
Watching basketball
And Pom-poms