Kevin McCallister

Ski, ah, ski, ah, yee, yee Yeah, yeah (What's his name?) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski Cruisin' in the Lamb' truck, I'm smokin' on Runtz Free all the dollar, man, just for the fun Nigga, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny I'm leaning, you poured me the mud All of these diamonds, but don't get it twisted We still got the waps that beat out like a drum And I still got them bitches that down for a nigga Fuck with a nigga, tell 'em "Pull up", they come Turn on the kettle, settle the yola then I fuckin' pour Baby, can I fly you out? Hotel, starin' at the shores She a freak with it, kissin', now we fuckin' on the floor All these designer bags and diamonds, that's shit you ain't seen before Nigga, I'm high as a kite, yeah, tie it with Jordan, I'm fly Rollie, AP, but that's just for the time I'm fuckin' the bitch, but she don't seem my type Air Force white, cocaine white Dope boy, I was juggin' with slime She said, "If you hide anything, I will find it" I said, "If you need anything, I will buy it" 41 or Gelato pie, poppin' this Perc', I'ma float to the sky I told my baby to show me that pussy, she said that she can't, she said that she shy I told my nigga to roll me a Swisher and pour me a cup of Promethazine Deal with the Cali packs and pounds, ain't no half, we bought the whole thing Most of my niggas are street niggas, stretchin' those Zs Most of my niggas are street niggas, got no degree (ya dig?) I'm talkin' body bags of the brand new watch, VVs I spent a hundred grand, got the rest of the bricks on me We keep on trying and trying to ride We will not sleep 'til this nigga just die Pourin' a four and I'm ready to slide 22 shots, take away eight guys How you fuckin' a whore? She fuckin' an opp and you stayin' for clout Heard you came to the block But you niggas are soft so you changed the route (changed the route, bitch) Conversate with the gorillas, conversation with the drillers (yeah, yeah) She ain't even know why this little nigga die, but she know why she miss him (yeah, yeah) And my bitch body real, real nice and them bullets hard, real, make you feel 'em If you're goin' through real hard times, that shit gonna make you the realest Richard Mille with the white gold ice, but the Audemars came whole skele' I thought I was sick of this ice but, baby girl, I Patek me I put Prometh' in ice and baby girl, it affect me (ya dig?) I'm so high, I drink red, baby, that's Actavis (ski) We fuckin' when you turning red, baby, you bad for this I say what just comes to my head, they gonna caption this Too many drugs at the crib, she cannot capture this No gun license over here, we stay with the savages I'm puttin' brand new blickys in dingers, got corn for your niggas By the time the gang-gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon' fall on your nigga And I'ma just pour up, p-pour up, pour up, watch it fall on my liver Number 29 got the whole opp block hot-hot in the middle of winter I just tell the gang pull up and ski (yeah) She was a good girl, loyal girl, but I turned her arse to a freak (yeah) Serve bricks like David, serve hooks, man, I bob and I weave (ya dig?) Jeep sits so high off the ground, man, I feel like I'm ridin' a bus (bus) Got the Richard Mille buss, A-Pizzy buss, get your face buss Rockstar lifestyle, if I had a clean slate, I'd do it all again ('gain) Never left no one behind me, drillers, killers, they're all my friends Hood royalty, got lawyer fees, rap presidenté I bring my shooters on days, fly 'em to Paris, see Mbappé Breakfast at Tiffany's after, I bring you the booth just to hear how I feel (yeah) Exes and riches be drunk off your love for this Perc' 'cause this feeling is real (ya dig?) Still sharpen steel still, still runnin' 'round town with the steel (ya dig?) Most influential in the U.K. and, my nigga, we ain't took a deal