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Skii

Gang, nigga (thanks, Yakree), ayy, on gang

Nigga, yeah, ayy, let's do it

Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane

I kind of feel like a pilot

Yeah, I like to come off the brain

I never did none to write it (to write it)

Yeah, can never switch up on the gang

Know I keep them right beside me (beside me)

Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thing

Then I pass her right to Grimy (on God)

Yeah, I done turn into a star

So I had to go up my pricin' (yeah)

Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eat

This bitch suck me up like a Dyson (ugh)

Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weed

This shit here be punchin' like Tyson (damn)

Like how the fuck I ride the beat?

But I don't even got me a license (what the fuck?)

Bitch, I done went ran up my paper, now I guess these niggas don't like me (on God)

I walked in the store, I was regular, came out that bitch, I was icy (ice, yeah)

'Member they left me on seen, now all theses hoes tryna write me

I smell like that gas, so they keep askin' me, "Is you high?"

Nigga, I might be

Ran up that bag, I been stackin' my pape' to the sky

Gettin' checks like it's Nike (on God)

I don't even need the designer, I know I'm that guy, take yo' bitch in a white tee (what?)

This bitch a baddie and she got that water, oh, damn, I think she a Pisces (ugh)

Been chasin' that bag the whole summer, bitch, think I'm a plumber

She like, "Can you pipe me?" (Damn)

These niggas be stealin' my flow, probably go on YouTube, typin' Luh Tyler type beats

Lil' nigga, I stay on the road, I been doin' these shows

I just ran up a light G, yeah

A hunnid grand, niggas ain't never seen that (yeah)

I walk in the door and I'm lookin' for gas

My brother 'nem like, "Where the lean at?" (Where the lean?)

Say she want me and my brother, let's get in the ring

Man, I guess that we team taggin'

I hop on the mic and get groovy, the niggas should sign up for movies

'Cause they just gon' keep actin'

Lately, I been in my bag, I been chasin' them bands, nigga

I'm just gon' keep stackin' (I'm stackin')

Nigga, my brodie ain't playin', make you put up yo' hands

Yeah, my brodie be heat packin' (fah)

This bitch done got on my nerves, I just might fuck her friend

'Cause the lil' bitch just keep naggin' (she naggin')

Why that boy all on the 'Gram, actin' like he got bands?

That nigga know he cap

I fucked around, jumped on the mic and got rich off the fans

So I'ma just keep rappin' (on God)

Anytime I'm on the mic, they gon' turn up the speakers

Them niggas like, "He snappin'"

Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane

I kind of feel like a pilot (feel like a pilot)

Yeah, I like to come off the brain

I never did none to write it (did none to write it)

Yeah, can never switch up on the gang

Know I keep them right beside me (on God)

Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thing (ugh)

Then I pass her right to Grimy (on God)

Yeah, I done turn into a star

So I had to go up my pricin' (what?)

Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eat

This bitch suck me up like a Dyson (ugh)

Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weed

This shit here be punchin' like Tyson (like Tyson, nigga)

Like how the fuck I ride the beat?

But I don't even got me a license (I don't got me a license, nigga)

Yeah

Skii