Skii

Skee, skee-yee

Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back

Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back

Yeah, come here

Yeah, I done ran me up a sack, skee-yee (Bend over, bitch, come here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh

I reach for my chain, they pop at your melon

They pop at your melon

Them boys you're with, they be tellin'

They tellin'

I'm addicted to drank, bitch, look at my belly

I sip for free, I'm with the **** that sell it

Yeah

I'm tryna fuck both of you, bae

Both of you bitches

Look, just don't be jealous

Don't be jealous

Fucked up in class so much, I'm a two-time felon

For real

But I'm really a legend

Uh-huh

You gotta have sauce to drip like this, to mix the Marni with Rick like this

Swag, swag

You gotta have money to treat your bitch like shit or she ain't gon' take no shit

She ain't gon' take no shit

I go to sleep and wake back up, and pour me a cup again and again

I'm drownin'

I go to sleep and wake back up with twenty missed calls from my bitch and my mans

I bought my ex a lil' Jeep truck and bought like two of my hoes a Benz

For real

Boyfriend, ain't no callin' me that

Ain't no callin' me that

I tell her I'm sleep, ain't no callin' me back

On bro

He say he my twin, ain't no callin' me that

Fuck him

I don't even know you ****, I gotta show you ****

But after rap, I still negotiate millions, lil' ****, you get it?

He talkin' that money shit, he ain't about it

He ain't about it

You only sip green in the house, I don't sip green at all

Rich as fuck, still sleep in the trap on the couch

On the couch

He never served a fiend at all

All that cap in his rap, we know that you cap

That you cap

You the type to run off on the plug, when you could really go and run up a sack

Really run it up

Broke **** make me sick, broke **** can't do shit

Broke **** can't touch shit, ****, suck my dick

I don't do shit for ****, I don't got shit for ****

Suck my dick, bitch, yeah

I see the bitch in ****

I don't talk much, just listen, ****, you get it?

Fuckin' that bitch from the back, I done ran me up a sack

Tell the bitch "hi" then "bye"

Chrome Heart slippers two thousand and five, plus tax, I live what I rap

I don't care how rich I get, I ain't stoppin' the trap

I don't care how rich I get, even with my security, I'm totin' that fire

**** know I ain't bap

Yeah, **** that **** from the back

I don't sip green, that's bap

I don't sip green, that's bap