Skittles

Smokin on skittles while eatin on skittles
He only hard when he run wit his niggas
They all acting tough den we dropping his niggas
Volume on max so my speakers on blast
He play wit da gang den he live in a bag
Niggas like boxers boy we on yo ass
Marks on my hand come from whooping his ass
I'm serving players bitch, like ima coach
That nigga a lame he ain't jump off the porch
If you getting pulled over I'm hopping out
Bitch just say you don't know me don't run ya mouth
She say that I'm country I think that I'm funny
Addicted to money, pack meat like salami
I told her shut up then I filled up her lips she thought
I was mad I start beating her hips girl you know what It is
Once I beat you gone dip Hold on wait R.I.P. to the beats that's I rip
Ain't talking bout cheddar it's cheese that I get ain talking bout cream but I see me a lick
I just need her 1 night boy you keeping yo bitch I done fucked up her back got her feenin and shit
This drink in my cup got me leaning n shit, dope in my blunt got me wheezy n shit
Got dreads and I'm rapping like weezy n shit straight out the ville bitch I bleed da 2-6
Swear these niggas they be cappin a lot say he got It
But ain having a lot serving out 7's but he trapping a lot Stripper booty
That shit clapping a lot 2 hands and they both full of cheeks
You can't name 1 bitch I was stressed bout
Came to the crib when she left she was stretched out
Bitch I was hungry so I went to checkers
He play, do his ass like a list ima check Em
Smoking this gas got a nigga all lazy bitch I'm the 1 like my last name McGrady
Fucked yo bm but I ain see the baby
Only see her at night now she calling me shady go getchu a game I cant letchu hoes play me
She want me cause she see the money she try to hug me I look at her funny finna start pimping
Hoe gimme my money I'm riding and rocking to instrumentals
You must read magazines you gone get yo issue



Credits
Writer(s): Deijan Whitfield
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