On My Skilla Shit

Yeah what up wood I'm on my Skilla shit right now nigga Haaa yeah One more time nigga Haaa They know what the f*ck going on My trap phone banging I really made some pape slagging Gotta keep that Blick on me Even when I'm out here dangling Man I'm just tryna get rich I don't give a f*ck about being famous Man my niggas certified I told them niggas stay dangerous Man these bad bitches love me But I be spinning they ass I got a play in West V I be running to the cash Look I was born with out shit So don't be mad when I start braggin' Shit I really miss my granny She be on my ass when I be sagging Gotta Get to the bag Get to the bag, get to the bag Get to the bag, get to the bag Man you ain't never had no real money If you still brag about a thousand Judging off my lifetime I got paid a thousand an hour He thought he was coming home to his bitch I know his face looking sourer Look I might keep the bitch The way she got freaky in the shower Yo man a dog the purple kind coward My nigga ball overseas Howard Tommy with a ghost gun power Two bitch tall twin towers I got a bitch black and white I just call that bitch Marty You know they hate me like Chris but still ima rock out I will smack him with the smith You play you get smacked out You join my lobby tryna beef Nigga you can't back out I put my in this shit man I just pray it work My right hands man keep starching Man he need him a perc My bitch know she come second When I'm trapping on the first I made a promise to myself To go hard like ever verse And if you love me pray for me Cause I'm too busy for a church Money hungry got me chasing the cake Nigga desert haa