Skrrrt Lyrics

It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt

Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn

Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt

Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo

Sippin' on some purp

Sippin' on the Wock, pourin' up drop

He want me on a song

But he beggin' me like he a fiend

Up on the block

All of my fans is fiends

All of my songs like drugs

Where the crack rock

I got Baleni my drawers

So what the fuck do you think

I got up on my socks

I got Balenci my drawers

So what the fuck do you think

I got up on my Crocs

Pulled up with the knocks

And we gon' jack him for Apple

Then put that boy up in a box

She sucking this cock

Then I'm gon' fuck from the front

And the little bitch play with my locs

I gotta count up my money

Bitch, I'm in a rush

Gotta get to the bank

Gotta count all my money

Bitch, I'm in a rush

Can't be the last log in the lake

All of my niggas, we riding around Militant

Kday pulled up in a tank

All of my niggas, we riding a round Militant Rich pulled up with a Drac, make it spray

I need control of that bitch

So I got me a motherfuckin' brace

Had to add attachments to my K

Said I fucked your opp when I didn't

Now I'm going to bitch

That's all you had to say

I don't like when you lie on my name

You threw us away

Cause all the stories you made

Like I was gonna call you bae

Put Van Cleef up on your chain, huh

Don't trust these hoes, trust up in your gang

Smoking on my favorite strain

Rocking Arc'teryx up in the rain

It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt

Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn

Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt

Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo

Sippin' on some purp

It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt

Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn

Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt

Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo

Sippin' on some purp