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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Roger Reynolds
Roger Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Sam Bo Bachrack
Sam Bo Bachrack
Engineer

Lyrics

You did good, $lick Right foot, skate to the bank Then the left foot, skate Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack Bought a white house but the AMG black Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "sit back" Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map, hold up I can't tell what's real and what's fake, yeah (what's fake, yeah) Came up from the south of the lake, yeah I don't know if it's faith or it's fate, yeah (fate, yeah) But for now, take the blades and I skate Right foot, skate, yeah, yeah, yeah Left foot, skate, yeah, yeah See my pops got a smile on his face, yeah My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day, yeah, yeah Like, right foot, skate, yeah, yeah, yeah (to the bank) Then a left foot, skate, yeah, yeah (to the bank) Skate to the motherfucking bank, yeah, yeah Skate to the motherfucking bank, yeah, yeah, yeah Top-down, buzz up, what the fuck's up? Girl, drop down to the ground, keep her mouth shut, yeah Northside repping, I'm the snells in the sticks, yeah Southside born, I was raised in a ditch Three M in the checking, six figures on the whip What's the crib worth? Mind your business, 'lil bitch ('lil bitch) I don't kiss and tell but them hoes run lips Signed NDA when them hoes suck dick They say, "gang don't dance" but I beg to differ You accomplish what I did, you might move a little I might Josephine Johnny, I might start skipping G-walking, start jooking, then I skate the distance (Yeah, yeah) Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack Bought a white house but the AMG black Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "sit back" Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map, hold up I can't tell what's real and what's fake, yeah Came up from the south of the lake, yeah I don't know if it's faith or it's fate, yeah But for now, take the blades and I skate Right foot, skate, yeah, yeah, yeah Left foot, skate, yeah, yeah See my pops got a smile on his face, yeah My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day, yeah, yeah Like, right foot, skate, yeah, yeah, yeah (to the bank) Then a left foot, skate, yeah, yeah (to the bank) Skate to the motherfucking bank, yeah, yeah Skate to the motherfucking bank, yeah, yeah, yeah I might jump slide, to the front, to the back I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right Check my left foot, run it back, one more time I might jump slide, to the front, to the back I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right Check my left foot, run it back, goodnight
Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux, Roger Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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