Music Video
Top Songs By Lil Skritt
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Skritt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin William Burkhead
Songwriter
Daniel Keith Mclemore
Songwriter
Lyrics
Girl you look nice (wifey)
It's one of them nights
Turn out the lights
I wish I had a whip that could make it thru the winter
Gucci Fannypack and a chili steak dinner
Flip flops to match
Pocket full of cash
California king for me to rake out the racks
I'm destined for greatness
I'll own that SHIT when I say it
I see my dream and I chase it
They see my work and I love when they hate it
People get jaded
That's my excuse to get faded
Just when I think that I made it
It's back to the basics Im gettin impatient
I'm throwing it down and i'm pleasing the crowd
Queen city gave me the crown (crown)
But what happens now i'm wondering how
To top all the SHIT I done did in my town
Writing for me I write for my fans
Rap for the love but I love me some bands
I love when they dance
Say they want more and I feel like the man
Thank yall for blessin me
Being a part of my legacy
Seeing the worst and the best of me
All of the work to help reach to my destiny
Grinding real hard I been taking some L's
In front of a crowd since 2 thousand 12
I had been writing like since I was 12
When living with mama was living in hell
Been thru the ups been thru the downs
Been working hard and just look at me now
This is my life look where i'm at
If I get rich I might never look back
I can remember the stage remember the days
Aint nothin change
I can't complain no need for the fame
Imma be rocking til Im in da grave
I wish I had a whip that could make it thru the winter
Gucci Fannypack and a chili steak dinner
Flip flops to match
Pocket full of cash
California king for me to rake out the racks
Who is you lying to?
You going nowhere you dat Type of dude
Talkin dat ish and you actin a BITCH
Who is you testin?
Take what I say as a blessin
This ain't no dis its a life lesson
You slow with your work but you quick with assessment
Your level I'm head of it
Shut da FUCK up Your irrelevant
You steppin up out of your element
I will rip you into shreds for the hell of it
Im wetty wet while you stuck in a drout
Best bet keep my name out your mouth
Using my title for you to get clout
Imma run laps while you sit on the couch
Phony and fake you bologna i'm steak
How does that taste FUCK out my face
Cook beefaroni go play with the
bronies get played like a game on the Sony
All in my face you act like my homie
Act like we besties you ridin up on me
Huggin and dappin you need to back off me
Swear dat you hard but you really a softie
Crunch time I'm the captain
Lunch time you just snacking
Lights camera cant handle the action
Lil Skritt always drippin the fashion
FUCK what you think FUCK what you say
FUCK your opinion I do it my way
No I am not number one in the game but
Im FUCKING it up and they yelling my name
Writer(s): Daniel Keith Mclemore, Justin William Burkhead
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