Skrt Skrt ft. A.G.E. The Gawd Lyrics

I know how it feel when nobody on your side

I know how it feel to go against all the odds

I know how it felt when homie took his own life

I'm in this position cuz I had to sacrifice

So just lemme count my bands

100s and 50s and 20s and 10s

Come and get your mans

I just bought me and my bitch a new Benz

I don't got no friends

But I keep grinding like I'm the man

Never got a chance

Had to make one, I got Bentleys and Lamb's

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Pull up to the gym, we lift 205s

Pull up to the stu, we make them 808s slide

Pull up in the Benz, shawty want a ride

Always keep it real, I ain't never switchin' sides

Man I'm goin' in

Had to hop the fence, popped a Percocet

He said he want static

I'm like "Yea, okay, aight bet"

Pull with the TEC

Got him scared, stopped him in his tracks

Put his hands up too late

Choppa shooting hollows through his head

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Hold up, look, had to lock in with my youngin'

He sent me the stems, I go off no discussing

The way that I body these beats it's disgusting

Don't fuck with no plugins, just me and the drumming

I'm somethin' like loading shells the way I'm dumping

She fucking and sucking, told her "get to bussin'"

I make ya whole team do the unk, now they krumping

I'm all in my bag in this shit, get to pumping

I'm moving like Michael, I'm all in the function

You ain't with the homies, you don't get no loving

Got a hundred grand on my neck, bitch I'm lugging

Rest in peace to 'Pac, got some homies that's thuggin'

They bringing that smoke like we moving them tons in

Whip it like its Feta, that cheese get the funds in

Bitch I'm always eating, ain't leaving no crumbs in

Stack em up like dozens, bitch I'm up to something like awh

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Got a hundred bands on this check

Hundred grand on my neck

And I boss up when I flex

Few people I respect

Flow too foul, give me a tech

All you haters keep the rest

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Skrt skrt in that 'Vette