“Guess who’s here?” Pull up to Woodcrest, wrist like—glint, no caption, Credit clean, lungs green, that’s dual-faction. Campus hears my footstep—chain reaction, Every “who dat?” turns to merch transaction. Snack size waist with a full-course schedule, Numbers on my phone like I major in decimals. I don’t chase—I place, like a festival, Hands in the air, my aura’s investable. Yes, ma’am—NO, WAIT—YES, MISS Chaos, Thigh-high split got the dean yellin’ “pay us.” Say please when you beg for the playlist, Ka-ching on the drop—my drip be the nakedest. Yes, ma’am—nah, baby—YES, MISS Chaos, Rules get bent while my waist stay flawless. I moan on the beat like the dorm got lawless, Girls on my vibe, whole soror feel jawless. Two hits in—lighter flick—I’m floatin’ on syllabus, Syllables silly, they stick like stimulus. Lip gloss boss with a kiss so villainous, Still take notes, that GPA infamous. Phone on DND—don’t disturb my dominion, Bar for bar, I’m a limited edition. If the room’s mid, I apply my revision, Turn “meh” to a MOOD with a single decision. Left-right, grind to the desk—who next? Say “yes” while I test with the latex text. Don’t cheat, lil’ sis, this exam complex, Earn that grade with your tongue reflex. Say “yes”—I’ll upgrade your yes to a YESSIR, Flip it quick—yes, Miss—pussy gets wetter. Snap my gum, let the hook get fetter, Ride that snare till the dorm’s my debtor. Yes, ma’am—NO, WAIT—YES, MISS Chaos, Thigh-high split got the dean yellin’ “pay us.” Say please when you beg for the playlist, Ka-ching on the drop—my drip be the nakedest. Yes, ma’am—nah, baby—YES, MISS Chaos, Rules get bent while my waist stay flawless. I moan on the beat like the dorm got lawless, Girls on my vibe, whole soror feel jawless. “Miss Chaos on deck.” “Hands off my lips.” “Thank you for your service.” Greek Row buzzing, I’m the slutcore dean, Lipstick smear when I step on the scene. Mascara run on the syllabus clean, Every verse drip sticky like nicotine. Girls say “yes”—I correct, say “MISS,” Hand on my thigh like attendance list. Flirt with the mic, leave the crowd half-kissed, Whole track moaning like a campus tryst. Say “yes”—I’ll upgrade your yes to a YESSIR, Flip it to “Miss” and her pulse gets quicker. Pay your respect when my bra strap flicker, Sign on the line—Cassi Crush, big ticker. Yes, ma’am—NO, WAIT—YES, MISS Chaos, Thigh-high split got the dean yellin’ “pay us.” Say please when you beg for the playlist, Ka-ching on the drop—my drip be the nakedest. Yes, ma’am—nah, baby—YES, MISS Chaos, Rules get bent while my waist stay flawless. I moan on the beat like the dorm got lawless, Girls on my vibe, whole soror feel jawless. Bell ring—hips clap, class dismissed, Slut wrote the law and it sounds like this. “Vice Khaos” crown with a tongue-tied twist, Yes, ma’am? no—yes, Miss, get kissed.
