SKRT SKRT
(Let the band play)
Hold on, let me talk to 'em
Hear this shit, nigga
I'm back
Catchin' backends, watch me thumb through 'em
On the road, headed to the money, nigga, where I'm goin'
I see him askin' why and go and buy a foreign
Street racin' 'til your hear the engine, I don't need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth glowing
And we havin' motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smoking dope, me and Jimmy Loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
I be gettin' money, nigga, what you doin'?
Chasin' after bitches, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I comе through
Take a bitch belt when I walk through
Nigga mеan muggin' 'cause his bitch playin' peekaboo
And nah, I got street cred', but I don't brag on it
Drive the new whip with no tag on it
Got a bitch spoiled, hit the dash and go fast on it
And I don't wanna hit it, I pass on her
Throw the bitch to gang, now they finna have a blast on her
Stop dissin' 'fore you end up like your last homie
Chopper knock a nigga out his shoes, put a tag on him
Toe tag on him
Catchin' backends, watch me thumb through 'em
On the road, headed to the money, nigga, where I'm goin'
I see him askin' why and go and buy a foreign
Street racin' 'til your hear the engine, I don't need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth glowing
And we havin' motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smoking dope, me and Jimmy Loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
I be gettin' money, nigga, what you doin'?
Chasin' after bitches, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
Take a bitch belt when I walk through
Nigga mean muggin' 'cause his bitch playin' peekaboo
Yeah, you know the gang Rich and Ruthless
Everybody 'round me, yeah, they gettin' to it
You ain't get no money, lil' nigga, what your trap doin'?
I was in the streets, I adapt to 'em
Police-ass niggas, never see me giving dap to 'em
Hold on, let me talk to 'em
Hear this shit, nigga
I'm back
Catchin' backends, watch me thumb through 'em
On the road, headed to the money, nigga, where I'm goin'
I see him askin' why and go and buy a foreign
Street racin' 'til your hear the engine, I don't need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth glowing
And we havin' motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smoking dope, me and Jimmy Loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
I be gettin' money, nigga, what you doin'?
Chasin' after bitches, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I comе through
Take a bitch belt when I walk through
Nigga mеan muggin' 'cause his bitch playin' peekaboo
And nah, I got street cred', but I don't brag on it
Drive the new whip with no tag on it
Got a bitch spoiled, hit the dash and go fast on it
And I don't wanna hit it, I pass on her
Throw the bitch to gang, now they finna have a blast on her
Stop dissin' 'fore you end up like your last homie
Chopper knock a nigga out his shoes, put a tag on him
Toe tag on him
Catchin' backends, watch me thumb through 'em
On the road, headed to the money, nigga, where I'm goin'
I see him askin' why and go and buy a foreign
Street racin' 'til your hear the engine, I don't need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth glowing
And we havin' motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smoking dope, me and Jimmy Loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
I be gettin' money, nigga, what you doin'?
Chasin' after bitches, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that's what you hear when I come through
Take a bitch belt when I walk through
Nigga mean muggin' 'cause his bitch playin' peekaboo
Yeah, you know the gang Rich and Ruthless
Everybody 'round me, yeah, they gettin' to it
You ain't get no money, lil' nigga, what your trap doin'?
I was in the streets, I adapt to 'em
Police-ass niggas, never see me giving dap to 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Krishon O'brien Gaines, Alexander Woods
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