(ellis)
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla
Yeah, it's me
Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses
Bro say er 'cause he a savage
So many dead opps, so many ashes (brrt)
You ain't catch that, I can't pass this (come here)
Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (oh my, oh my God)
6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (bip, bip)
Skrrt, uh (bip, bip, bip)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway (skrrt)
Uh, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo
Doot, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot
Dump truck, baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo
I popped the Perc' and popped the blue
I geek-geek like the custys too
Say it in rap, bro, we can smack out (huh?)
Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin' off a honey too (huh?)
Diamonds VV, straight from Lex
And I got a custom pendant waitin', wait till when you see that, ooh
Pull up back to back, matte-black Track', I just bipped it, nyoom (back to back)
Throw some D's up on that bitch like Rich Boy
Hurricane, hey, bay-bay-bay-bay
Hurricane my Chris boy (hey-bay-bay)
Maison Margiel, I'm forever gon' drip, boy (hey-bay-bay)
Send my shooter on a hit, boy (grrt)
I'll middle-man a whole body (frr)
Straight thuggin', free Blick, fightin' triple homi' (frr)
Take a four, so I just yack
I think 12 inside a Scat
Swapped the VIN and got it wrapped (huh?)
Bitch, we bippin' overnight (yeah)
Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses (yeah)
Bro say er 'cause he a savage (yeah)
So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah)
You ain't catch that, I can't pass this
Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind (come here)
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (get him)
6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn)
Skrrt, uh (oh my God)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway
Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my, oh my God)
Feel like Herb', I pull up, swerve
Swervo (swerve), swervo, Swervo
Uh, pockets racked up, left and right
A brick lacked, got left at the light
It's already clicked back, we gettin' that get-back, makin' shit splat tonight
FN under my coat 'cause the Draco micro
Ain't Devin Haney, I don't fight (at all)
What you know 'bout smash on sight?
Get hit with some shit like half his height
Go up state, send brodie a kite
Get a nigga shanked and his drink spiked
Played the trap and slept with mice, ran up a hundred and one pair of Nikes
You ain't never seen them ball a four, they tryna hit the crackpipe
Michael Myers, we cut the boy, we used to beat the girl like Ike
When he least expect it, make it roar, close range, one hell of a sight
Me and Skrilla goin' up the score, two clips we gon' flip and bip then strike
I ain't even gotta do that no more, I'm really a star, I shine like light
All this paper keep rainin' and pourin', everybody's face is blue like bright
Ridin' like a Harley, count like I just hit a parlay (I just hit a parlay)
And the opps know don't drop the lo' 'cause we gon' crash the soiree
Switch singin' like Sade, killers gon' do what I say
Better get low or I spray, I'ma drop everything get in my way
We was at war and you know how we play, every other day a nigga holiday
Man down, the other side block got hot, I was still poppin' out rockin' [?]
Lil' bro hawk him down, chalk his face
Pull up, walk up, walk away
Shooters on go like ándale
Heard his bounty a hundred K
Backdoored, now they know where his mother stay
Yeah, that's another play, ayy, ayy
They gon' lay up on the crib again, kill his brother another day, ayy
Got it stackin' in the bank, so we safe, ayy
Dirty game, it cost a whole man to play, ayy
Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses (yeah)
Bro say er 'cause he a savage (yeah)
So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah)
You ain't catch that, I can't pass this
Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind (come here)
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (kill him)
6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn)
Skrrt, uh (oh my God)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway
Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my God)
