Skee
Yeah, nigga, ayy
Phew, phew, phew
Ayy, yeah, nigga, nigga, yeah
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, got my pockets fat and now my shit on Norbit
Brodie in the trap, he gettin' it in, tell him, "Come and score it"
Bad lil' bitch keep blowin' up my phone, but I just ignore it
Won't hang out if it ain't about that bag, that shit be boring
[Verse 2: Anti da Menace]
Yeah, I can't pop out if it ain't about no pape'
Mama, look at your lil' dropout, poppin' shit since I was eight
Used to sleep on couches
Now I'm rich as fuck, tryna build some houses
Told you I was gon' get it goin', I'm the same lil' boy they doubted
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
They was doubtin' on a nigga, I had to show 'em what it do
Yeah, I was sprintin' with ones, nigga, now my shit be blue
Ain't no more hand-me-downs, nigga, now my shit be new
Everybody fuckin' with thе kid since I jumped up in the stu'
I been poppin' shit sincе I jumped up on the mic'
Yeah, we ain't catchin' rides, nigga, now we catchin' flights
Up that ticket on a nigga, better tell him, "Pay that price"
They ain't tryna get that bag, nigga, tell 'em take a hike
[Verse 4: Anti da Menace]
Yeah, in the 'yo with Tyler
Got some shit waitin' at the house, I think this bitch look like Mariah
I learned how to shoot my gun before I learned to read the Bible
I learned how to stack my funds, so I done been through every cycle
Now I'm on top like a sniper
Thank my mom for makin' me
Rich as hell, I go Givenchy just for my lil' baby sheets
These lil' niggas be some roadies
I ramp up and hit this bitch, she know lil' Anti keep a Trojan
My whole career, been goin' in, no fallin' off, I know they hopin'
Ha know them niggas mad at me
Finna get me some new teeth, take care of all my cavities
Tryna stay up out the way
A nigga grew up 'round them Dracs
Look, he cappin' in his rap, I really seen murder in my face
Facts, switchin' up my jeans, a nigga might go Valabasas
Fuckin' with Luh Tyler strong, might take a trip to Tallahasee
Facts, everywhere I go, I always got my automatic
Nah, I never, never show, but if it's smoke, I let 'em have it
Phew
[Verse 5: Luh Tyler & Anti da Menace]
Nigga, we gon' let 'em have it
Got them bands stuffed in my pants, bitch, your broke ass can't even math it
Bad bitch pullin' up on my, got her bonnet on, you know she ratchet
Bro get wicked in the trap, make the pack poof like it's magic
With lil' Anti, better hide your ho 'cause we might take your bitch
Stay on standby, better not play with gang, gon' brrt-brrt with this switch
We were down bad on our ass, nigga, now we gon' be rich
Got a big house, clean grass, nigga, don't walk in my shit (Pussy boy)