Skotti (feat. $!ckBoy)
Man I'm tellin' you this man
Just twist up that shit
I'm finna be right back
White boy gang
Back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no
home training
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Ayy matter fact
Twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Cause my jaw lock down and I'm rollin' so hard
Feel like I'm back at that skating rink
Like Skotti beamed me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck
And had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back
And said let's get it
So he slid me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches
Now I'm lit
All the way up in this bitch
With a knot so thick that shit don't fit
And I ain't even tryna lie
I get high and fly
And then be drivin' by
Everyday next week with a new car
New hat old money new watch
Ten shots in the clip of the Glock
And the shoes hard
This white boy here go too far
Don't get me twisted Misfits
Y'all know I'm with it bitch
I wish I could make y'all bitches listen
All they tryna get's the dick
This where shit gets explicit
Y'all hoes don't bring them kids
By tomorrow mornin' when your husband yawning
You'll be sneaking' home with my dick on them lips
Y'all already know my name
Skin cocaine and I came here to cut up
I came in this bitch with the gang
When they see my chain these hoes gon' nut up
Put yourself in my shoes partner
I bet you don't walk one mile
And we don't talk to the 12 till they got 13
And we tell them we gon
talk at Trial
Now back up please
55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all sumbitches' must be dumb or somethin'
Y'all lettin' out my AC
What do you think
Matter of fact twist them trees up let me chill
Cause y'all motherfuckers gettin' on all my nerves
I'll be done kill't me a bitch for real
Ayye back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no home trainin'
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Aye matter fact twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Cause my jaw lock down
And I'm rollin' so hard
Feel like I'm back at that skating rink
Skotti beamed me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck and had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back and said let's get it
So he slid me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches and now I'm lit
Ima man on a mission
And I been standin' on business
Just know that I came from the bottom
And now I been first to the finish
Yeah I be runnin' these digits
I ain't got no love for these bitches
And if I ever caught me a plug
I'm gon' turn that dub to a shipment
Ayy doin' you dirty like dishis
Might fuck your bitch in the kitchen
And if you ever get to itchin' boy
I might scratch your head with this missile
I'm thumbin' through all of these riches
Keepin' my thumb on these switches
And if you be fuckin' with any of my money
Then all of these gremlins gon' get you
I got all these hoes on my mentions
Wipin' they nose like a tissue I'm makin' money by any means cracker
I do anything to get richer
She like the dick call me Richard
Throwin' dick off in they britches
And when they see me in that green limousine
They gon' see me step out in Givenchy
I'm Mr Jones call me Quincy
Beam me up Skotti get lifted
We get so high in the sky we gon' fly
I'm up in that spaceship and I'm driftin'
I'm with the mob and we lynchin'
Hoe take them clothes off and listen
That's just the sound from my teeth when they grindin'
My jaw locked from all of that clenchin'
So back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no home training
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Aye matter fact twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Man my jaw locked down and
I'm rollin' so hard like I'm back at that skating rink
Like Skotti beam me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck and had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back
And said let's get it
So he slipped me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches
Now I'm lit
Just twist up that shit
I'm finna be right back
White boy gang
Back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no
home training
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Ayy matter fact
Twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Cause my jaw lock down and I'm rollin' so hard
Feel like I'm back at that skating rink
Like Skotti beamed me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck
And had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back
And said let's get it
So he slid me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches
Now I'm lit
All the way up in this bitch
With a knot so thick that shit don't fit
And I ain't even tryna lie
I get high and fly
And then be drivin' by
Everyday next week with a new car
New hat old money new watch
Ten shots in the clip of the Glock
And the shoes hard
This white boy here go too far
Don't get me twisted Misfits
Y'all know I'm with it bitch
I wish I could make y'all bitches listen
All they tryna get's the dick
This where shit gets explicit
Y'all hoes don't bring them kids
By tomorrow mornin' when your husband yawning
You'll be sneaking' home with my dick on them lips
Y'all already know my name
Skin cocaine and I came here to cut up
I came in this bitch with the gang
When they see my chain these hoes gon' nut up
Put yourself in my shoes partner
I bet you don't walk one mile
And we don't talk to the 12 till they got 13
And we tell them we gon
talk at Trial
Now back up please
55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all sumbitches' must be dumb or somethin'
Y'all lettin' out my AC
What do you think
Matter of fact twist them trees up let me chill
Cause y'all motherfuckers gettin' on all my nerves
I'll be done kill't me a bitch for real
Ayye back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch
I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no home trainin'
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Aye matter fact twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Cause my jaw lock down
And I'm rollin' so hard
Feel like I'm back at that skating rink
Skotti beamed me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck and had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back and said let's get it
So he slid me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches and now I'm lit
Ima man on a mission
And I been standin' on business
Just know that I came from the bottom
And now I been first to the finish
Yeah I be runnin' these digits
I ain't got no love for these bitches
And if I ever caught me a plug
I'm gon' turn that dub to a shipment
Ayy doin' you dirty like dishis
Might fuck your bitch in the kitchen
And if you ever get to itchin' boy
I might scratch your head with this missile
I'm thumbin' through all of these riches
Keepin' my thumb on these switches
And if you be fuckin' with any of my money
Then all of these gremlins gon' get you
I got all these hoes on my mentions
Wipin' they nose like a tissue I'm makin' money by any means cracker
I do anything to get richer
She like the dick call me Richard
Throwin' dick off in they britches
And when they see me in that green limousine
They gon' see me step out in Givenchy
I'm Mr Jones call me Quincy
Beam me up Skotti get lifted
We get so high in the sky we gon' fly
I'm up in that spaceship and I'm driftin'
I'm with the mob and we lynchin'
Hoe take them clothes off and listen
That's just the sound from my teeth when they grindin'
My jaw locked from all of that clenchin'
So back up please
Bout 55 feet bitch I can't breathe
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got no home training
Y'all steppin' all on my feet
Like what do you think
Aye matter fact twist them trees up
Pour that drink
Man my jaw locked down and
I'm rollin' so hard like I'm back at that skating rink
Like Skotti beam me up
He told me give him 15 minutes
He pulled up in that truck and had that bass turned to the ceiling
I got them triple stacks and tossed them back
And said let's get it
So he slipped me two more doubles
Told me mix that with them bitches
Now I'm lit
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Greene, Dillon Jones
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