On My Skilla Shit Lyrics

Yeah what up wood

I'm on my Skilla shit right now nigga

Haaa yeah

One more time nigga Haaa

They know what the fuck going on

My trap phone banging

I really made some pape slagging

Gotta keep that Blick on me

Even when I'm out here dangling

Man I'm just tryna get rich

I don't give a fuck about being famous

Man my niggas certified

I told them niggas stay dangerous

Man these bad bitches love me

But I be spinning they ass

I got a play in West V

I be running to the cash

Look I was born with out shit

So don't be mad when I start braggin'

Shit I really miss my granny

She be on my ass when I be sagging

Gotta Get to the bag

Get to the bag, get to the bag

Get to the bag, get to the bag

Man you ain't never had no real money

If you still brag about a thousand

Judging off my lifetime

I got paid a thousand an hour

He thought he was coming home to his bitch

I know his face looking sourer

Look I might keep the bitch

The way she got freaky in the shower

Yo man a dog the purple kind coward

My nigga ball overseas Howard

Tommy with a ghost gun power

Two bitch tall twin towers

I got a bitch black and white

I just call that bitch Marty

You know they hate me like Chris but still ima rock out

I will smack him with the smith

You play you get smacked out

You join my lobby tryna beef

Nigga you can't back out

I put my in this shit man

I just pray it work

My right hands man keep starching

Man he need him a perc

My bitch know she come second

When I'm trapping on the first

I made a promise to myself

To go hard like ever verse

And if you love me pray for me

Cause I'm too busy for a church

Money hungry got me chasing the cake

Nigga desert haa