On My Skilla Shit

Yeah what up wood
I'm on my Skilla shit right now nigga
Haaa yeah
One more time nigga Haaa
They know what the fuck going on

My trap phone banging
I really made some pape slagging
Gotta keep that Blick on me
Even when I'm out here dangling
Man I'm just tryna get rich
I don't give a fuck about being famous
Man my niggas certified
I told them niggas stay dangerous
Man these bad bitches love me
But I be spinning they ass
I got a play in West V
I be running to the cash
Look I was born with out shit
So don't be mad when I start braggin'
Shit I really miss my granny
She be on my ass when I be sagging

Gotta Get to the bag
Get to the bag, get to the bag
Get to the bag, get to the bag

Man you ain't never had no real money
If you still brag about a thousand
Judging off my lifetime
I got paid a thousand an hour
He thought he was coming home to his bitch
I know his face looking sourer
Look I might keep the bitch
The way she got freaky in the shower
Yo man a dog the purple kind coward
My nigga ball overseas Howard
Tommy with a ghost gun power
Two bitch tall twin towers
I got a bitch black and white
I just call that bitch Marty
You know they hate me like Chris but still ima rock out
I will smack him with the smith
You play you get smacked out
You join my lobby tryna beef
Nigga you can't back out
I put my in this shit man
I just pray it work
My right hands man keep starching
Man he need him a perc
My bitch know she come second
When I'm trapping on the first
I made a promise to myself
To go hard like ever verse
And if you love me pray for me
Cause I'm too busy for a church
Money hungry got me chasing the cake
Nigga desert haa