SKUTTA
James Cobain
The anti-christ
Bloodsucka
You won't catch me slippin', I ain't trippin' on a thing don't stutter
Finger push button, go vroom, go skutta
Smooth like butter
Don't want hoes, want money and a woman who can hold shit down
And I'm sippin' on water
Gotta stay sharp, they be tryna try me
As I ride through the dark of the
Valley of the shadows of a cold bitch heart
Ex still love me, I just told her that I don't
If God ain't real that means I ain't either
Blowing big smoke, get so high, I can see him
Anybody touch my kin I'ma kill 'em
Anybody wanna start shit I delete 'em
Send 'em into ether, not Nas, no Pac
But I love old school
I'm the new wave god
I got ice on my neck
I got ice in my heart
Man, my life so cold, I don't know where to start
Look my fits get off
Told a bitch "don't touch"
Skinny boy, but he still so tough
Still go hard, gettin' money, fuck a job
I get everything I want, but it's still not enough
And I still don't talk to a fuck boy
See it in your look
Ain't no halfway crook, boy you shook
All my enemies had a bad day
So you could say
That I'm doing pretty good
Doing pretty good
Go vroom, go skutta
Sweet like honey
All the hoes love me
I just love my money
I just love my money
I'ma mothafuckin' stunna
The anti-christ
Bloodsucka
You won't catch me slippin', I ain't trippin' on a thing don't stutter
Finger push button, go vroom, go skutta
Smooth like butter
Don't want hoes, want money and a woman who can hold shit down
And I'm sippin' on water
Gotta stay sharp, they be tryna try me
As I ride through the dark of the
Valley of the shadows of a cold bitch heart
Ex still love me, I just told her that I don't
If God ain't real that means I ain't either
Blowing big smoke, get so high, I can see him
Anybody touch my kin I'ma kill 'em
Anybody wanna start shit I delete 'em
Send 'em into ether, not Nas, no Pac
But I love old school
I'm the new wave god
I got ice on my neck
I got ice in my heart
Man, my life so cold, I don't know where to start
Look my fits get off
Told a bitch "don't touch"
Skinny boy, but he still so tough
Still go hard, gettin' money, fuck a job
I get everything I want, but it's still not enough
And I still don't talk to a fuck boy
See it in your look
Ain't no halfway crook, boy you shook
All my enemies had a bad day
So you could say
That I'm doing pretty good
Doing pretty good
Go vroom, go skutta
Sweet like honey
All the hoes love me
I just love my money
I just love my money
I'ma mothafuckin' stunna
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Writer(s): Seamus O'hearn
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