SKRULLS (feat. Evan Edward)

Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins, All this ice make hell freeze over, sugar and spice, everything nice Callin' my phone, sayin' she need me Can't even lie, water like Fiji Open them sheets like, welcome to the show She screamin' my name and the neighbors at the door She sayin' she a fan and I rocked that show You stay overnight and I'll rock that boat Big ass V's, I'm a villain, I see horror I see hell All these hoes, castin' spells, locomotive off my rails I see lust, now I rail, think I'm crazy, catch me IRL Lift a nigga like I'm David Blaine, dark clouds, it's a rainy day I hate liars and I hate snakes, I'm done with games, so don't come my way I had dreams, they turned to dust, gotta test, just to trust Bro's were steal, turn to rust, in my head, it's up to us Two band just a overdose, nothin' much, just to fuckin' yo hoe Up in Houston, smokin' on with me, drip like Britney, my feet too clean Me and this Britney, thick as thieves, whole lotta blood, whole lotta ass Down on your knees, rounds on Persian, fuckin' your cousin This ain't me, but she likin' this version, whole lotta versions She ain't never seen me switch up From a Honda Civic to a Benz truck From a lotta bitches who ain't pick up She ain't never thought I'd big up To the same ones tryna call Turn to the same ones tryna crawl Turning the nice guy to a dog She see the klaws bussin' out the cloth Hoes packing out the VIP They wanna take flicks and dip They wanna fake flex they fits They want some rich sex, that's it I want a hoe who don't need shit I want a hoe who could take dick and I want a hoe, when i'm coming home she naked alone cooking in the kitchen She said I'm her type on paper (Whatever that means, yeah) She said her mans kinda tight on paper (He ain't got green, yeah) I said, "girl i'm kinda done with favors" I said, "Girl i'm gon f*ck you later" Oh I know, baby I know I'm not the type for them conversations Oh I know, oh I know I've been away like it's a vacation So we-, So we-, So we- Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins