Skat Pack Lyrics

How many drakes you got, I think I got about six, I'm tryna chop some shit

Let me see my ass up in this bitch, I'm tryna knock some shit

Met this lil bitch from the south, she thick, I think I like the bitch

The way she suck the young niggas, niggas I know she tongue kiss

Free my nigga J5, we need him on that strike commission

All my young niggas play ball, don't end up on that missing list

From boyin' to killin' shit, been a tight suspension shit

You know that them scat packs we be in, you know them stoner twin

Let the boys get behind this bitch, you hear a motor sound

Let the boys get behind this bitch, I'm goin' band for band

The offset, let's go band for band, I ain't in the show on hands

Just know I got about four bank accounts, ain't nothin' less than ten

I'm one of them young bosses, nigga, I ain't on shit

I be fly than a bitch, with me and my twin, you ain't know I had a daughter, Kim

White thing, I got this stick

Blue V kicks and D.R. Prada shit, I ain't comin' here to flex

You know I spin, I spin me a couple bands, I ain't count my checks

I told my BM, if I got it, then you got it, ain't nothin' less

You know I'm here for the profit, I ain't come here for the sex

Shit, you know my diamond weight, my shit's trimmed to the knit

The way I'm makin' this money, I might go AP with the baguettes

How many tracks you got? I think I got about six, I'm tryna chop some shit

Let me see my opps up in this bitch, I'm tryna knock some shit

Met this lil' bitch from the south, she thick, I think I like the bitch

The way she suck the young nigga dick, I know she tongue kiss

Free my nigga J5, we need him on that striker mission

All my young niggas play ball, don't end up on that missing list

I'm a boy, we in the killin' shit, been in tight suspension shit

You know that them scat packs we be in, you know them stoner twins

Let the boys get behind this bitch, you hear a motor sound

Let the boys get behind this bitch, I'm goin' band for band

With the opps set, let's go band for band, I ain't in the show on hands

Just know I got about four bank accounts, ain't nothin' less than ten

We just some young niggas tryna get rich, we out here poppin' our shit

Six minutes, we out here lit, yeah I know we sendin' blitz

New blitz just came with a switch, new niggas over there, they ain't on shit

Them niggas broke than a bitch, yeah

All them bills on me, need blocks, we could play Tetris with the extra

All my niggas straight, we took a lot of Glocks, but we need extra

On that hit chain, man, we fuckin' niggas, bitch, it's for the pleasure

This how the rip gang, gang, I don't need no pen, no pad, I don't do no text

I can't see, Balenciaga, fuckin' up my vision

You on T, Dion, Julio, make me look precious

I'm off a Percocet, up in traffic, swervin' to my next one

Ain't nobody fuckin' with FBZ, fuck y'all lil' election