B2B ft. GioSkr Lyrics

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Gio

Skr

Skr

Skrrrr

Rraaah

Smoke up my problems

Burning it up

Run out of options

Ran out of luck

They fiend for the stack, it's cash they needing

Caught in a stand still, stuck in the mud

Gave me your trust

But I don't do trust

Gave me your love

But I don't do love

Tokyo drift

In a ding dong zooming

Back in a sec need link with the plug

Turn up the speaker

Shut down fever

Wheel up

Young boy flyer than Peter

Cya

Summer time come round

I'll be in the beer garden

With a couple geezers

Back then kick ball in Fila

Tweekin'

What was I thinking Jesus

Nowadays I'm frozen cold

It's warm outside

In the booth with a heater

Running up tracks

Unlimited stamina

Life style mad

Get followed by camera

Came for a show

Then left with a hoe

Get paid for the set

So the stack keep adding up

Truth fully In love with the paper

I'm a paper chaser

In the stu hoes calling my phone

But it's DND

So I'll call back later

Asian girl

With the golden bangles

Dad hates me

It's a love triangle

Damn it

I had to set an example

Chest pumped out

And I let them dangle

In a white polo no license

Cut through ends like it's Los Santos

If I get pulled up it's a shambles

Pray I don't stall in my socks and sandals

I had writers block for a couple of days

Now the pen got a mind of its own

I smoke way too much

But I can't move bait

In the rucksack keeping Givenchy cologne

Social distance

Don't get close

Crossing the line

Gotta deal with bro

Bad one

Came with a friend she clingy

Not stingy so I'm hitting 'em both

Me and my bro

In a different division

We go back to back

And we making a killing

Take my teeth

Can't take my wisdom

I did the most

With what I was given

I was sat on the edge like Humpty

Everyone already knows that rhythm

Spray my bars like ammunition

I'm killing 'em all

If they take my position

I think I'm falling for you

JOKES

I couldn't fall for a yat

Put that bitch in a cab

As simple as that

Me and my bro like

Yin and a Yang

The Ying and the Yang

Don't you understand

I got my bro if it don't go to plan

You're leaving club with a broken nose

I'm leaving the club with a broken hand

Talking to me?

What!

Talking talking to who?!

On the radio now

We breaking through

Hop on the stage

We turn up the room

Not room for one

Need room for two

You rolling a zoot?

I'm not in the mood

Bro fuck that shit let's go to the moon

They wanna know all of our secrets

Tell them

This is just what we do