Skuba Dolph
I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah
I don't pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
I ain't walkin' in your home unless it's a stove there
Like every time I whip that dope
I whip that dope, I whip that, whip that
(Huh) uh, uh, you a broke ass nigga
Yeah, we on that
Ayy
You a broke ass nigga, that's your fault and it ain't mine
I'ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
That's on my hood, on my set, that's on me and I ain't lyin'
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
You don't do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? Need it (Ayy)
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen
You ain't went through nothin' (Ayy)
I can show you somethin' (Huh)
Won't tell the people nothin' (Uh)
Skuba Steve been thuggin', yeah
Pimpin' like I'm Huggie Bear
Pimpin' like I'm Dolemite
Deuce is on me, show you right
Kansas City's nightmare
Gon' get 'em to you overnight
'Lenciagas on my toe, you know them bitches overpriced
Whippin', get the odor right
You know it's gon' sell, I've been flippin bales
Send marijuana through the mail, heron on the scale
I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah
I don't pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
I ain't walkin' in your home unless it's a stove there
Like every time I whip that dope, I cup that with a froze pair
I can spread your legs, get your hands, make your eyes cross
You gon' get thesee bands, teach you how to do it blindfolded
Step them heels, baby, turn the other cheek and take the high road
Tell your mama you ain't comin' home, nah, you got moves to shoot
You gon' work for me or lose your life, your people losin' you
You came up off white, was livin' trife, had people usin' you
Got people usin' me, but I got dope, I make 'em use the—
Uh, cook it for 'em, couldn't afford no fork so I had to use the spoon
If you hood
You a broke ass nigga, that's your fault and it ain't mine
I'ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
That's on my hood, on my set, that's on me and I ain't lyin'
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
You don't do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? Need it (Ayy)
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen
I don't pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
I ain't walkin' in your home unless it's a stove there
Like every time I whip that dope
I whip that dope, I whip that, whip that
(Huh) uh, uh, you a broke ass nigga
Yeah, we on that
Ayy
You a broke ass nigga, that's your fault and it ain't mine
I'ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
That's on my hood, on my set, that's on me and I ain't lyin'
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
You don't do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? Need it (Ayy)
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen
You ain't went through nothin' (Ayy)
I can show you somethin' (Huh)
Won't tell the people nothin' (Uh)
Skuba Steve been thuggin', yeah
Pimpin' like I'm Huggie Bear
Pimpin' like I'm Dolemite
Deuce is on me, show you right
Kansas City's nightmare
Gon' get 'em to you overnight
'Lenciagas on my toe, you know them bitches overpriced
Whippin', get the odor right
You know it's gon' sell, I've been flippin bales
Send marijuana through the mail, heron on the scale
I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah
I don't pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
I ain't walkin' in your home unless it's a stove there
Like every time I whip that dope, I cup that with a froze pair
I can spread your legs, get your hands, make your eyes cross
You gon' get thesee bands, teach you how to do it blindfolded
Step them heels, baby, turn the other cheek and take the high road
Tell your mama you ain't comin' home, nah, you got moves to shoot
You gon' work for me or lose your life, your people losin' you
You came up off white, was livin' trife, had people usin' you
Got people usin' me, but I got dope, I make 'em use the—
Uh, cook it for 'em, couldn't afford no fork so I had to use the spoon
If you hood
You a broke ass nigga, that's your fault and it ain't mine
I'ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
That's on my hood, on my set, that's on me and I ain't lyin'
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
You don't do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? Need it (Ayy)
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen
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Writer(s): Isaiah Brown, Casada Sorrell
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