Ski What It Be
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
It is what it is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Mister, ayy
Look
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro'nem, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski, what it be?
Ayy, bada-bing, bada-boom, it wasn't nothin' to see though
Think I'm really Luciano, like before the RICO
She a top-tier creeper, saw her in the B-roll
She be jealous of Alexis, but she keep it P, though
I'ma sell out on my own, five thousand people
Niggas tryna hit the road and use me as a cheat-code
On a twenty mil' hunt, hunnid bands for lunch
I still never punt, backed up at the one
Ski Mafia, just nod he'll get it done
More Tune, less Tony, never endin' run
They keep bookin' me overseas knowin' I'on't like it
I had sold out in London before I did Wireless
I'll bet the whole house when I feel like it
I did the ho bad, but I still like her
I hate this rap shit, but makin' millions out it
Had to turn my slime up to take the feelings out it
Gemini, I'm two-faced
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro'nem, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski, what it be?
It is what it is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Mister, ayy
Look
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro'nem, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski, what it be?
Ayy, bada-bing, bada-boom, it wasn't nothin' to see though
Think I'm really Luciano, like before the RICO
She a top-tier creeper, saw her in the B-roll
She be jealous of Alexis, but she keep it P, though
I'ma sell out on my own, five thousand people
Niggas tryna hit the road and use me as a cheat-code
On a twenty mil' hunt, hunnid bands for lunch
I still never punt, backed up at the one
Ski Mafia, just nod he'll get it done
More Tune, less Tony, never endin' run
They keep bookin' me overseas knowin' I'on't like it
I had sold out in London before I did Wireless
I'll bet the whole house when I feel like it
I did the ho bad, but I still like her
I hate this rap shit, but makin' millions out it
Had to turn my slime up to take the feelings out it
Gemini, I'm two-faced
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro'nem, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski, what it be?
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Writer(s): Lucki Camel
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