Lyrics

(Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga) I don't like assuming bitch, is we gon' fuck or not? (Stop playin') Brain Professor X, I'm 'bout to hit it like a Juggernaut (Might soon) Ben Wallace, in the paint you see me hug the block (Skrrt) Larry Bird, ain't no warm-up, we gon' up a shot (Bah) Bam Bam, I was young, I used to hustle rocks (What?) Freaky hoes, they was on me, they gon' suck a lot (Whoo) See that nigga open, I got shooters like the NBA (Of course) Me and Jeesh gon' slide up in his bitch Just like we Kid n' Play (Yessir) She gon' ride the meat She on the bench like she don't ever play (No minutes) She seen the way I live, I told that bitch to sign an NDA (Attached) Old money, said he got notes, they was handwritten (He broke) We set him up, trust it got him lookin' at his man different (Damn) Stupid nigga, caught him talkin' shit, now his hands missin' (He dead) Put the deuce up to his head He disappear, instant transmission (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch) If I slide out, bet somebody son ain't comin' home tonight (Well damn) I can barely lift 30 pounds, I use a chrome to fight, stupid ass I ain't whip a Tesla, boy I'm used to gas (Yuh, skrr) Nah Shizzy, let him keep his dick, I'mma shoot his ass (Bow) Range Rover pull up to your block, we havin' a sit-down (Lets talk) (I) told her I won't put a ring on her, I like big rounds (Brrrah) (I) grew up church raised, but if you talk, I might sin now (Please) He Ike gettin' spiked to the right, he can't win now (He's dead) Hold on, really when it come to straps I let my brother tote (Handle that, fo') Shofu slid me this, I immediately opened up my notes (I did) It's 1-0, me against my haters, I ain't come to throw They tried to put me in a box, but they left the oven on (Keep goin') Why your mother gone? (I took that bitch) All I did is what I know and now they up in arms (That's all I did) Pussy run along (Get the fuck out) I haven't stopped nun' for a hoe, boy I keep fuckin' going (Yessir) Where I'm from, throw up 5-6 And then keep up the 1, stupid Scam Likely Make a call and they gon' let it ring (Call them niggas up) He gon' get a halo, he an angel Let him spread his wings (Bah bah bah) These pussies rats, finna tell they people about anything (C'mon) I sleep peacefully, can't worry 'bout these petty beings Said he had a dream, we snuffed his light, now he Coretta King (Bah) Good song on a playlist, if he playin' we gon' let it sing (Brrr) This swiper finna swipe It ain't no fox, it's doin' credit schemes (Swipe swipe) You droppin', huh? Boy you know that shit is not a threat to me (Ha ha) Let the pistol talk, we under oath, it tell the truth (Yuh) Folks call me the Dookie Man, boy I'm shittin' in the booth (Shitty) They like "why you always keep a tool?" I'm missin' hella screws (Toolie on me) He ain't no old man But when his homie died, he read the news (I'm finna) Lay him down, sweet dreams (Huh) Sprayin' rounds, heat beams (Huh) Players found, beat the team (Huh) Make a sound, leave the stream (Huh) Pull up with the mop, we cleanin' up, we finna sweep his street (Yuh) Might come back, wet him up again Rinse it and repeat (Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga)
Writer(s): Joshua Meredith, Kunnu Shofu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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