Skretch em' Lyrics

Yeah (I miss you)

Yeah

Yeah

Ahh

Yeah

Yeah

Bullets to ya body gone skretch em'

G19 kick like Beckham

I got number (N)ine on my denim

Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em'

I would send my brother but I think he might kill em'

Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling

We bring in the racks that shit is a killing

I run up the racks I run up a million

And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian

And you ain't shit boy you a bot

I get high, higher than a pilot

That bitch yeah she got demolished

Gimme the mind the knowledge

Im on top flawless

Don't waste my time don't stall it

I had to put my all in

I'm gone ball like Stockton—No i cant cuff the bitch cause I know she hoeing

I put some hard work in this shit I know I'm chosen

I got this ice up in my cup I can't focus

I had your bitch with me she told me don't disclose that

I took pull of that Za got me floating

And I know these niggas hate cause I'm goated

In that beamer i8 I'm just coasting

I told you come hold my hand now you ghosting

Like where did you go bitch?

Im tryna fuck on the low bitch

Like is you slow bitch?

Come over here lets go bitch

Told that lil to stay out my zone bitch

Think I'd be better alone bitch

No, I cannot fuck with this long distance

But I want you still, who am I kidding?

Bullets to ya body gone skretch em'

G19 kick like Beckham

I got number (N)ine on my denim

Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em'

I would send my brother but I think he might kill em'

Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling

We bring in the racks that shit is a killing

I run up the racks I run up a million

And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian

Boy you is a clone, yeah you is a minion

Don't they really like to make me the villain

Said fuck all them niggas I don't want to fit

In

Said fuck yo emotions & fuck how you feeling

This shit is a lot I don't know how I deal with

I get high up out the sky but fuck it Imma still win

They swear that they they solid but they still bend

You will never understand the things that go through my brain

I just can't stand this bitch I'm going insane

I'm swerving in that i8 no I can't keep lanes

And she telling me that she love me but I cant feel the same

Bitch get away

And I'm rocking Hermes

I send them bullets flying at ya mans

What's so hard to understand?

Play with my niggas you dying

Touch down in the A, I just had to flying

Who I'm jugging today that shit gone be mine man

Bullets to ya body gone skretch em'

G19 kick like Beckham

I got number (N)ine on my denim

Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em'

I would send my brother but I think he might kill em'

Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling

We bring in the racks that shit is a killing

I run up the racks I run up a million

And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian