SkeeYee (Remix)

Grrr, grrr
Gang, it's Juju

You know how we run it, you know how we run it

Ayy, you know how we run it
Ayy, you know how we run it
Ski, ayy, when I pop a tag, I go to the moon
I'ma skeeYee the hoe tell her go to the room

Feelin' like Superman when I'm off a shroom
Don't worry about me, my time coming soon that n***a, play that n***a doomed
Brand new SRT, so I get gone
I get lit off of some Patron

Ain't got no motion, then get on
Got this switch on me, so watch your tone, Japanese on me
She suck my chong, she bad, she can hit my phone
Need to leave these hoes alone

Cause I can do it on my own
I'm with my stick, I'm home alone
I better not catch you home alone
Up the stuck make you freeze like a gnome

With my G-lock and a n***a know wassup
If you got motion, n***a, put your money up
She said she independent, so I'm askin' her what's up
And she twerkin' on dem headlights, fuck it up, fuck it up

Ayy, I just brought my switchie in the club
Please don't run up or you get hit with the snug
She can't be bad, but I still would not cuff
I feel like Homer Simpson, I keep drinkin' all this duff

And I'm ridin' with these 30's
These choppers shootin' like it's Stephen Curry
Glock 22, that bitch under my jersey
I just took his bitch
I'm tryna take that hoe straight to new jersey

With my G-lock and a nigga know wassup
If you got motion, nigga, put your money up
She said she independent, so I'm askin' her what's up
And she twerkin' on them headlights, fuck it up, fuck it up

Ayy, ayy, fuck it up, fuck it up
Ayy, ayy, fuck it up
Catch me in the ham, I'm posted' with my ski
These niggas lame', these niggas suck

Can't even score up in P.E
These niggas think they runnin' somethin
Tell them, come run up on me
Been cookin' shit up like The Rock

I am not a jabroni
They be like, Cam, when you gon' drop
Told em, hold on, wait and see
And fuck that bitch right out her socks

Made her cum all over me
And we not with that fake shit
Keep that shit away from me
No OVO, I'm on that Drake shit

7.62 Glrdd hit ya knees
Nigga we be on that Pape shit
That bitch there got brokanese
Hit her with that dick, that ape shit

Got that Lil' Hoe begging please
No Chicago bitch, I'm on my bull shit
He get slimed for no deposit
Hit em with a full clip

And all my clothes, it be designer
Bitch, I'm on some cool shit
These niggas think I joined Illuminati
Throw em in the pool Pit

I like the way lil' mama throw that ass
Yeah, she gon' make a full check
And the way I shoot that chopper
From the three, I'm tryna' hit a green

She gon' let me beat her back up
Make her act, tryna beat her spleen
They say gang ain't havin' motion
I'm like, nigga, what the fuck you mean

Bring the racks out Bring the stacks out
Talking money Green lima bean
Yall know what the fuck going on, man
Just getting to the money

Ain't shit funny
Cause we got a whole hunnid
Blrdd, Cam



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Writer(s): Camron Hinton
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