Lil Skies

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Lil Skies


Buddah blessed this beat
Okay, oh, yeah
Okay

Fuck nigga said he got a problem
Hold up, tell him keep your head up
I'm a young nigga, got my bread up
I'm fucking his bitch with my leg up
We pull up in excursions
2020 nigga in a suburban
I'm shooting that nigga, I'm swerving
I'm fucking his bitch but she slurping
We shoot his lil' brother in a hoopty
In a while we shooting a movie
I'm fucking on all these groupies
These niggas be acting like goofies
I dance on a bitch like Fivi'
Gave her perc, she call me papi
Tattoos all on my body
Let her come ride on my johnny
These bitches they say I'm cocky
Look at 'em like "Who gon' stop me? "
Been balling on niggas like Kyrie
Big boss shit like John Gotti
In the game and you know I gotta win it
Been balling nigga, give me a minute
You wanna side lines and you look like you losing
You talkin' all that shit, nigga why you accusing?
You actin' like a bitch, stop doing that hoe shit
Instagram, posting pictures of your toe shit
What the fuck? Niggas on some hoe shit
I mean it like, niggas on some hoe shit
Me and Stan, we gon' kick the dough shit
Back to back, kick up in your flow shit
I run up in your house and I get the motion
I ain't with the back and fourth and all the comotion
I was really down bad but now I'm floating
Track to track, back to back I go in
Lap to lap around the world they notice
Fast as fuck like a locomotive
I walk in the trap like, "Hey"
Look at that bitch like, "You ain't my bae"
You ain't paying my room, my shit ain't paid
Bitch wanna fuck and just get laid
Nigga like me, I'm steady getting paid (Huh)
Working that bitch like a maid (Huh)
Working that bitch like a slave (Huh)
Working 'til I'm in my fuckin' grave grave

Another verse, I can do it for fun
Lyrical like a nigga big pun
Lyrical Lemonade with the runts
Lyrical Lemonade, how I stunt
Niggas hatin', I feel like Cole Bennett
Hop out the Tesla with a midget
Came up in this bitch with a smidget
Nigga talkin', I'ma make them cricket
I can't settle for no minimal wage
Nigga like me counting the blues
Nigga like me stay with the crew
Nigga like me jump out the stu'
Young nigga I was counting the dollars
Young nigga make ya big momma holla
Young nigga I been countin' with partners
Young nigga I'ma spend it with partners
Young nigga I'ma stay with all the troops
Young nigga they gon' hop out and shoot
Dark tints, they gon' slide through the roof
Dark tints, they gon' show you what it do
If you tell the cops, nigga you're lame
Nigga think he flexin' with that lil' chain
Nigga think he up, like he the thang
This nigga told me to take off his brain
Go to the bank, pull out a fifty
Bad bitch sent me pics of her titties
I'm a clean nigga, don't give me hickeys
Kick her out after she suck my dickey
Blow your back out, bitch I got plenty
Sippin' lean, it go straight to my kidney
Big guns, we gon' shoot up with semis
Smoking runts, this shit
That shit gas

Compositores: Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas (Buddah Bless), Kimetrius Foose
ECAD: Obra #30295514

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