Sk8
Mmm. I just woke up, I couldn't even think straight
I kept hearing something... And it wasn't...
Keep a shotgun in my backseat
Make me pull the fucking piece without asking
Catch me out here sicker, still got the liquor
And matching black and white turtleneck sweater
Come and catch me
Your bitch licked my dickhole without asking
You're a wannabe I split you with a hatchet
Yeah I heard you talking shit and saying bad shit
So I slashed the fucking throat out of a fa-a-a-(agg*t)
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
I don't handle business very nicely
I set fire to your place
And I'm not angry, maybe this just makes me happy
Telling you the devil's words and asking 'who's your daddy?'
Is your dad a fucking pussy like his son is?
Is your momma just some other fucking hoe?
And Ray-Ray asking me now where his gun is
But I don't know my eyes are filled with smoke
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step-step
Don't be stupid when my hands are open, now you're choking
Body slam a fuckboy now they calling me Hulk Hogan
It's survival kind of like Lord of the Flies and you're Piggy
Crush your body with a mother fucking rock like it's no biggie
Do the fucking Dougie, gettin' Jiggy at my place
Open palm, I Will Smith you when I smack your fucking face
Creepin', see me keep my fucking pace?
Sideshow using brains, I never leave a single trace
You're a little bitch and you're the son of one
My job is never done until I see the morning sun
Blue Vans covered up in blood, I gotta run
Glock in my hands, pistol whip you with the fucking gun
I see these mother fuckers always trying to be the best
But they just haven't met me
Retards want to test me, but I leave the crime scene messy
Countin' all your blessings, make your guts fall like confetti
I'm just tryna be like Tommy Vercetti
Pluck your eyelashes just for fun, fascinated
Make you blink into the barrel of a gun
A little shameless but I come prepared
Mini-saw switch blade and I pull it fair
You fight like a girl, you're just out their pulling hair
Catchiest of flows with an old hoe showing me her ass cheeks
Slapped that back meat, now I'm headed home
Nah bitch, this ain't no fake taxi
But go ahead and give me dome in the back seat
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step-step
I kept hearing something... And it wasn't...
Keep a shotgun in my backseat
Make me pull the fucking piece without asking
Catch me out here sicker, still got the liquor
And matching black and white turtleneck sweater
Come and catch me
Your bitch licked my dickhole without asking
You're a wannabe I split you with a hatchet
Yeah I heard you talking shit and saying bad shit
So I slashed the fucking throat out of a fa-a-a-(agg*t)
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
I don't handle business very nicely
I set fire to your place
And I'm not angry, maybe this just makes me happy
Telling you the devil's words and asking 'who's your daddy?'
Is your dad a fucking pussy like his son is?
Is your momma just some other fucking hoe?
And Ray-Ray asking me now where his gun is
But I don't know my eyes are filled with smoke
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step-step
Don't be stupid when my hands are open, now you're choking
Body slam a fuckboy now they calling me Hulk Hogan
It's survival kind of like Lord of the Flies and you're Piggy
Crush your body with a mother fucking rock like it's no biggie
Do the fucking Dougie, gettin' Jiggy at my place
Open palm, I Will Smith you when I smack your fucking face
Creepin', see me keep my fucking pace?
Sideshow using brains, I never leave a single trace
You're a little bitch and you're the son of one
My job is never done until I see the morning sun
Blue Vans covered up in blood, I gotta run
Glock in my hands, pistol whip you with the fucking gun
I see these mother fuckers always trying to be the best
But they just haven't met me
Retards want to test me, but I leave the crime scene messy
Countin' all your blessings, make your guts fall like confetti
I'm just tryna be like Tommy Vercetti
Pluck your eyelashes just for fun, fascinated
Make you blink into the barrel of a gun
A little shameless but I come prepared
Mini-saw switch blade and I pull it fair
You fight like a girl, you're just out their pulling hair
Catchiest of flows with an old hoe showing me her ass cheeks
Slapped that back meat, now I'm headed home
Nah bitch, this ain't no fake taxi
But go ahead and give me dome in the back seat
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Pussy-pussy-pussy mother fucker you can't ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get fucked up in the face
Step-step
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Writer(s): Sideshow King
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