[Intro]
Swish
[Verse 1]
The boy back bet I more deserving
Drop the joint to barely scratch the surface
Niggas talking, but they barely working
Being [?] baby I’m on perkins
Baby snapping, boobies nice and perky
[?], but the booty perfect
Monday she gonna get the bigger picture
Only takes more liquor in my system
Phone off, face in my lap
Toes curling you won’t get her back
Face down beat it from the back
Once I’m done kick her out the lack
Log girl all you do is brag
Block list going out bad
Log girl all you do is brag
Locked doors then I straight smash
[Chorus]
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
[Verse 2]
Black as hell they want to see my hanging
Spray Donald right in front of his family
They can lick my black nuts swangin
Jail I ain’t scared of green pavement
I won’t stop until I hear a click
Clip drops [?] him in the hip
Gas tank fuller than a six
Sped off all you hear is (noise he makes)
[Chorus]
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
God damn God damn
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
God damn God damn
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
[Verse 3]
[?] told you drive slow, but keep your foot on that gas
Because this hammer will blow if you don’t [?] that cash
Because all my niggas broke and canes ain’t gonna cut it
These broads will not [?] if you wrist ain’t flooded, it’s like that
I hit the hood to flip a sack and I’m back, with no racks
We hit the flocks with precision and [?] with no scratch
We dump it out with any hood at the max it’s on [?]
That karma comes in the form of my strap
[Chorus]
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
God damn God damn
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
[Verse 4]
I’m trying to keep this party going
Turn off your phone if you with it
I’m not with that [tit for tat?]
I got a temper I’ll admit it
Absolutely it’s ridiculous how your hips follow the rhythm
Grab your waist from behind the way you [whine?] should be an ism
Wait our [?] should be an ism
See we got a lot in common
I’m not in a cell [?]
So if you got it then you got it
Now I’m not with that hoopin, hollen
All these gimmicks need to stop
Everybody on the ground they posting thoughts, they never pop
And your man crush Monday posting guns he never shot
I’m so quick to flip the script go ask my homies been legit
I’m so quit to split the scene take you home destroy the beams on your bed
You ain’t tripping after that I’m getting [?]
Dro-dro-dro-drop in like it’s hot like [?] said I ain’t playing
Man playing on my phone I got my locs to blow his dome huh?
[Chorus]
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
God damn God damn
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt
Girl lift that skirt
I’m off a perc
This shit won’t hurt
God damn God damn
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrt
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrrrrrrt