Gotta Skate (Bonus Track)
Imma snap on this hoe like a gator
I stay on my grind
Cause I used to be a skater
I jet on that hoes
Tell that bitch I'll see ya later
Whole gang going up
Top floor elevator
4x4 on me but no we ain't racing
Laser beams go
Now he's dancing now he's raving
I been peeped the plot
Got it locked in with Raven
If I make it back
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Skate skate skate skate
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Got away so clean
Look at the watch
Look at the bag that's Listerine
Slatt Slatt riding in the coupe
Riding with my goon
Rob em for my team
I'm smoking Cali grown
Sipping purple tea
I'm off the fucking leash
I'm off the fucking leash
Diamond chocker
Fuck you mean
I don't need you
You bitches need me
I'm off the fucking leash
I'm off the fucking leash
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Skate skate skate skate skate skate
I ain't talking I'm just skating
She got a leak
She need the pipes
I make her squeak
Fuck you mean
Freek-a-leek
This the peak
I need the rings
I had a dream
So unique
I manifested my reality
Now I'm in the fucking lead
He prolly gonna hate
So fuck it let him hate
He don't know that
I fucked his lil bae
He say he gang gang I just say he fake
He wanna be like us but
He don't got what it takes
Smelling like dank all in the bank
Laughing like a villain
Blowing smoke all in yo fucking face
Ain't no respawns in this game
Better say ya grace
Copped a brand new coat
Then I made it rain
Back at it
Addicted to these trap habits
I make yo girl disappear
Like it's black magic
You want some smoke
Well Combo brought the gas
And I got a pocket full of matches
Let's get it cracking
And sometimes
I don't know which way to go
Everywhere I look all I see are clones
How he a boss but
His whole squad broke
Ain't no fake it till you make it
You gon fake it
Till you get yo ass smoked
This boy a joke
I put that dick all in her throat
She want some more
This fucking crazy bitch
Won't leave me alone
My brother Skrilla static shock
Man he do the most
Bottle service on the flight
Let me make a toast
Designer drenched
Got me dripping like a hose
No pistol no shells no witness
That's a case closed
I couldn't sell my soul
So I had to do it on my own
Hold up man let me pour this four
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I stay on my grind
Cause I used to be a skater
I jet on that hoes
Tell that bitch I'll see ya later
Whole gang going up
Top floor elevator
4x4 on me but no we ain't racing
Laser beams go
Now he's dancing now he's raving
I been peeped the plot
Got it locked in with Raven
If I make it back
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Skate skate skate skate
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Got away so clean
Look at the watch
Look at the bag that's Listerine
Slatt Slatt riding in the coupe
Riding with my goon
Rob em for my team
I'm smoking Cali grown
Sipping purple tea
I'm off the fucking leash
I'm off the fucking leash
Diamond chocker
Fuck you mean
I don't need you
You bitches need me
I'm off the fucking leash
I'm off the fucking leash
I ain't talking I'm just skating
Skate skate skate skate skate skate
I ain't talking I'm just skating
She got a leak
She need the pipes
I make her squeak
Fuck you mean
Freek-a-leek
This the peak
I need the rings
I had a dream
So unique
I manifested my reality
Now I'm in the fucking lead
He prolly gonna hate
So fuck it let him hate
He don't know that
I fucked his lil bae
He say he gang gang I just say he fake
He wanna be like us but
He don't got what it takes
Smelling like dank all in the bank
Laughing like a villain
Blowing smoke all in yo fucking face
Ain't no respawns in this game
Better say ya grace
Copped a brand new coat
Then I made it rain
Back at it
Addicted to these trap habits
I make yo girl disappear
Like it's black magic
You want some smoke
Well Combo brought the gas
And I got a pocket full of matches
Let's get it cracking
And sometimes
I don't know which way to go
Everywhere I look all I see are clones
How he a boss but
His whole squad broke
Ain't no fake it till you make it
You gon fake it
Till you get yo ass smoked
This boy a joke
I put that dick all in her throat
She want some more
This fucking crazy bitch
Won't leave me alone
My brother Skrilla static shock
Man he do the most
Bottle service on the flight
Let me make a toast
Designer drenched
Got me dripping like a hose
No pistol no shells no witness
That's a case closed
I couldn't sell my soul
So I had to do it on my own
Hold up man let me pour this four
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
I'm just a fucking ghost
That's all you need to know
Credits
Writer(s): Josef Pagitt
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